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TEST DEPT - EARLY DAYS

We started rehearsing in a dark dank cellar lit by candlelight. Our instruments - a dustbin from outside, corrugated iron ripped from a fence, a water tank found on waste ground, sticks cut from metal piping. We began drumming, hour after hour, day after day. An unbelievable   demented   din,   driving   the neighbours mad, bringing the police to the door. We played on, driving through the pain, focussing our anger - intoxicated by the beats, the rhythms binding us together, creating one voice. Fuelled by the power in our hands- building our own future.   Transforming the anger into something positive. No sense of self - pure, guided energy. Our own ritual. The beat getting stronger. Our belief strengthening. Generating more power together than we could alone - Us against the world. I can feel my hands, wrists, elbows and shoulders unknotting.   Sticks flying faster than I can see. New rhythms firing out of me. Blood and sweat driving the demons away. We'd discovered something special - leaving the past behind. Finding peace in extremity.

A silent place in the heart of the storm.

 

T.D Fall From Light

 

TEST DEPT - POLITICAL

Now we're creating a real soundtrack to the world we see around us - reflecting , anger , frustration and opposition - As things become more politically intense - all sorts of people start coming together - linked by a common cause - to fight against a government we can't believe in.

 

Alan Sutcliffe - Kent NUM - 1984

 

T.D Fist

 

TEST DEPT - OUTRO

After being battered by Thatcher our aesthetic had become defined by the politics of reaction - it wasn't enough anymore - it wasn't the answer - we had outlasted Thatcher but the world around us was still in a mess - if anything it was getting worse - We had to find a different way - both collectively - and personally.