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KING TIDE - SCARED NEW WORLD

Scared New World

KING TIDE
Scared New World

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Without ever being hectoring “Scared New World’s” thirteen tracks draw some of it’s lyrical musings from the political happenings in this scary new world, but it’s not all global politics. You also have other more personal musings like the classic ska work out of “Ites, Ites, Ites Skatalite Feelin,” which pays homage to the legendary Skatalites, written after the band supported them at the Basement.
The album was produced by the band's vocalists Tony Hughes and Paul Snatch and features some of Australia’s finest musicians Terepai Richmond (drums), Peter Firth (Bass), Robbie Woolf (Keys, Vox), Lindsay Page (Keys & Trombone), Tony Gilbert (Guitar), Ross Fotheringham (Guitar). The High Tide Horns - Geoff Innis (Trumpet) Nathan Shepherd (Saxaphone) and Roy Ferrin (Trombone).

Ska to Rock Steady to Dance Hall and beyond. Reggae is the compass guiding Kingtide to new and wonderful places.

King Tide News

STOP THE PRESSES
BLACK POLICE OFFICER BASHES WHITE REGGAE SINGER

King Tide get minimal airplay on triple J and zero commercial air play .Yet we tour constantly to packed houses around the country purely on the back of our word of mouth live reputation. Summer 2008 was the usual list of gigs up and down the east coast. That was until we hit a certain state capital.
This night down in the Valley below we had just finished playing a great show to another packed house.
So after the gig with everyone flushed with the success of a great show we adjourned for a couple of windin down ales in our accommodation’s beer garden.

As I still wanted to have a voice left for the three consecutive gigs left to do on this run. I trundled off to bed after having only one and half beers.
As I stepped outside the beer garden area of the accommodation I was stopped by two police officers one white the other black. The black officer says to me  “You can’t walk down here” But this is the way to my room! I say. And I really need to get some sleep.’ “Step back you can’t come this way”. I then opened my mouth to plead my case further and managed in getting about three words out, something like “come on please”. Before I was slammed to the floor my face ground into the cement along with two knees landing on my back with all the police force that gravity could summon.

My hands are then ripped behind my back and I am handcuffed as tightly as the cuffs can go.
I can tell you this much. It wasn’t sexy by any means .I think they had forgotten our agreed fantasy play stop word. Of ouch! You’re breaking my wrists.
Next the black officer using a fulcrum of my wrists against the handcuffs rips me up to my feet.
His face right up against mine now, his eyes popping wild. Noses almost touching .His breath fouled by his words, he hisses, ”How does it feel to be bashed by a black man “ Of course by now I ‘m in shock. The physical pain of the assault comes later.
Thankfully for the first time in my life I am left speechless to his question.
Then, like so many bits of white reggae singer trash, they drag me off throw me into the back of the Paddy wagon. Twenty minutes of being tossed around uncontrollably in back of the Paddy wagon we arrive at the watch house.
As I am of Irish stock the name [Paddy Wagon] I find extremely racist and offensive. A point I bring up later in the police station. Just imagine if they called it a chink wagon or leb vans or a Jew for Christ mobile. No they didn’t laugh they just threw me into a cell.
And in that cold hard steel cell I sat for the next eight hours confused, wondering what it was I had done to deserve this. I did have a little giggle at the irie ony of the black police officer bashing up the white reggae singer and my failed professional intent of an early night in order to rest my voice.
The next morning I was released on a ten-cent bail a charge of being drunk and disorderly, bruised /cracked ribs, badly swollen wrists and the reoccurring image of a crazed black police officers face in my face.
I had, had one and a half beers.

The strange thing is I don’t feel any hatred for the black police officer.
Why? Because I can’t and don’t wish to imagine the fresh hell he wakes up to every morning. A spectre caught between two worlds .His culture and the culture of hatred and violence that I from my experience assume is the modus operandi of this particular states police force.

On the advice given to me by the vast legal team at Crush / Babylon and Babylon. I am not able to name the bands accommodation or the naked city this incident happened in.

I will be pleading innocent to the charge at hand.

The Happy Sufferer singer King Tide.



 


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Paul, FasterLouder 2005

Listening takes me back to another time, when the world seemed a better place, when people smiled in their cars while listening to reggae beats.


Paul Busch, FasterLouder 2008


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