1) a anarcho-punk band… Read Full Bio ↴There is more than one artist with this name:
1) a anarcho-punk band from South London.
2) an industrial metal band from Moscow, Russia.
3) a Japanese breakbeat artist
4) a gospel rap artist from Sacramento, CA.
5) an 80's hardcore band from Tucson, AZ.
6) Goa trance from Jerusalem
1) Conflict is an anarcho-punk band originally based around Eltham in South London. Formed in 1981, the band's original line up consisted of: Colin Jerwood (vocals), Paco (drums), Big John (bass), Steve (guitars), Pauline (vocals), Paul AKA 'Nihilistic Nobody' (visuals). Their first release was the EP "The House That Man Built" on Crass Records. By the time they released their debut album It's Time To See Who's Who on Corpus Christi Records, Pauline and Paul had left the band. Conflict later set up their own Mortarhate label, which put out releases by other artists including Hagar The Womb, Icons of Filth, Lost Cherrees, The Apostles, Admit Your Shit and others.
In 1983 Steve Ignorant, at the time a member of the band Crass, guested on the band's pro-animal rights single "To A Nation of Animal Lovers." After the dissolution of Crass, Ignorant later became second vocalist for Conflict on a semi-permanent basis. This followed a 1986 gig in Brixton, London wherin he had joined the band on stage for a few numbers.
The band have always been outspoken regarding issues such as anarchism, animal rights, the anti-war movement and in their support for the organisation Class War, and a number of their gigs during the 1980s were followed by riots and disturbances. The band's 'Mortarhate' logo, originally designed by 'Nihilistic Nobody' is commonly mistaken as a reference to the initials CND (Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament), but as quoted directly by paco the drummer for conflict is in actual fact a nihlist symbol. it incorporates two 'A's for anarchy and autonomy, and an 'N' for nihilism. The logo originally appeared around 1980 in Thanatos, a small circulation pamphlet produced by Toxic Graffity (sic) fanzine editor Mike Diboll.
The band continues to exist today, although their record releases and live performances are sporadic.
2) CONFLICT\CONFLИCT is an industrial death metal band from Moscow, Russia. Band formed in 2004, and finally released first LP, called "Prototip\Прототип", in february 2009. http://www.myspace.com/conflictmetal
3) Conflict is a Japanese breakbeats/downtempo unit name currently on the Soup-Disk/Corde Inc. labels.
4) Introducing Conflict, a west coast youth evangelist and gospel rap artist from Sacramento, California.
Violence?
With such a name as Conflict, most people would assume the title represents violence or war. Well, the name means just that, only in a different context. In such a world as the one we live in, corrupted by lust, abuse, addiction and a lack of sexual integrity, Conflict stands to counterattack society's ideas of morality, with God's divine purpose for His creation.
Vision
With a burden for today's generation of young people, Conflict's vision is to "speak life right into the face of death, and stand as an ambassador of Jesus Christ, to reconcile a love- relationship between God and His creation." Coming from a gang-related past and his father's fatal overdose of heroin, Conflict speaks a common language to young people of the urban culture
5) Conflict was a hardcore band from Tucson, AZ, together between 1982-1984. Fronted by the female vocalist/bassist Karen Allman, they played with the likes of Black Flag, Minor Threat, Ill Repute, Channel 3, D.O.A., and many more. They put out a self-released EP called "America's Right," then in 1983 they released their only studio album, "Last Hour" (on Placebo Records). They also have 3 songs on the compilation "This is Phoenix, Not the Circle Jerks." The band was known for their biting feminist lyrics in an era when hardcore was highly male-dominated.
5) Conflict Special Goa/Psytrance Project from Jerusalem, also known as Do-D-Idea.
Berkshire Cunt
Conflict Lyrics
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He reads the news, it depresses her. With reports of death by bomb and gun
Astride their horses in the winter lanes. They smile at nature with tenderness
They hear the call, hold hands with pride. And look down at the bloody mess
And civilized upright citizens grin, as the dog's teeth tear at shrieking skin
This ain't savagery; it's jolly old culture. As they stand and wait for death like vultures
She laughs as the bloody fur's flying. Re-applies her lipstick as the animals crying
He claims the tail as privileged prize. And kicks the mangled corpse aside
The time has come when we all must turn around and start to think
No more standing in the corner. Question the missing link
The link that created the misery and pain. That sees the mistakes, but then makes them again
You've heard it once; you'll hear it again. Your blood, their blood serves the same
There they stand and there they grin. Never thinking or questioning
"Why blood of innocents must be spilt". They smile but they can't hide their guilt
That their life is built upon a pile of bodies. Slaughtered animals? Slaughtered squaddies?
The pleasure they take from another's death. Hides the truth that murder feeds their wealth
She smiles at him as dead eyes stare. He takes her hand and strokes her hair
His fingertips soaked in misery are the mark of aristocracy
And the broken form lying in the ditch. The handiwork of the dog and bitch
Bears the label of decency. The honour given so graciously
And backs are slapped in celebration. The success of extermination
Freedom maintained so humanely. As they wipe their hands of blame so bravely
Back at home she wears the fur that proves his precious love for her
Death and glory on her shoulders sit. As the master takes what's rightfully his
Murder is committed in the guise of sport. Ripping flesh is given no thought
Glasses are raised in dedication. The crime is given a justification
Heart beats faster, eyes wide and staring. Death comes whistling cold, uncaring
Slaughtered animals, slaughtered squaddies. Their wealth is built from murdered bodies
The song "Berkshire Cunt" by Conflict is a critical commentary about the barbaric and inhumane practice of fox hunting, as well as the hypocrisy of the upper-class and their perceived entitlement to kill and commit atrocities in the name of tradition and sport. The first verse sets the scene of a couple, seemingly enjoying their day, but with the woman's makeup fixing and the man reading depressing news reports highlighting violence and death. The next verse describes the couple's participation in fox hunting and their lack of empathy towards the animals they kill. The chorus, "The time has come when we all must turn around and start to think / No more standing in the corner. Question the missing link", urges the listener to stop accepting these atrocities and to challenge the status quo.
The third verse highlights the irony of the upper-class justifying their actions as a cultural tradition, while simultaneously celebrating the murder of innocent beings. The final verse describes the couple's indifference towards the death and suffering they cause, as they go on with their lives and celebrate their "success" in exterminating the fox. The song ends with the powerful lines "Slaughtered animals, slaughtered squaddies. Their wealth is built from murdered bodies", which draws a parallel between the killing of animals for sport and the killing of humans in war.
Line by Line Meaning
Filled with love and compassion. As she fixes her make-up for a day of fun
She gets ready for the day with love and compassion, yet ignorant of the atrocities going on in the world.
He reads the news, it depresses her. With reports of death by bomb and gun
While she gets ready, he reads the depressing news about people dying from bomb and gun attacks.
Astride their horses in the winter lanes. They smile at nature with tenderness
They go horse-riding in the winter, enjoying nature and acting tender towards it.
They hear the call, hold hands with pride. And look down at the bloody mess
They hear the call of hunt, proud of their barbaric act, and look down at the bloody mess they've made.
And civilized upright citizens grin, as the dog's teeth tear at shrieking skin
The so-called civilized and upright citizens watch with pleasure as the dog rips the skin of the prey with screams.
This ain't savagery; it's jolly old culture. As they stand and wait for death like vultures
They believe it is not savagery but a jovial old British culture to wait like vultures for the death of their prey.
She laughs as the bloody fur's flying. Re-applies her lipstick as the animals crying
She laughs as the blood flies and applies lipstick, indifferent to the cries of the dying animal.
He claims the tail as privileged prize. And kicks the mangled corpse aside
He takes the tail as his privileged prize and kicks away the mutilated body of the prey.
The time has come when we all must turn around and start to think
It's high time we stop and think about our actions.
No more standing in the corner. Question the missing link
It's not about ignoring the issue anymore. We need to question the root cause of the problem.
The link that created the misery and pain. That sees the mistakes, but then makes them again
The thing that perpetuates misery and pain is making the same mistakes over and over again despite knowing its consequences.
You've heard it once; you'll hear it again. Your blood, their blood serves the same
Whether it's human or animal blood, it's all the same, and we need to understand its value.
There they stand and there they grin. Never thinking or questioning
They stand there and grin without a second thought, never questioning their actions.
"Why blood of innocents must be spilt". They smile but they can't hide their guilt
They wonder why innocent blood must be spilled, and they can't hide their guilt behind their smiles.
That their life is built upon a pile of bodies. Slaughtered animals? Slaughtered squaddies?
Their lives are built on the dead bodies of slaughtered animals and soldiers.
The pleasure they take from another's death. Hides the truth that murder feeds their wealth
They derive pleasure from killing, and it hides the reality that their wealth comes from murder.
She smiles at him as dead eyes stare. He takes her hand and strokes her hair
She smiles at him as the dead prey's eyes look back, and he takes her hand and strokes her hair soaked in the blood of the slain animal.
His fingertips soaked in misery are the mark of aristocracy
His fingers soaked in blood from the hunt are the hallmark of the elite.
And the broken form lying in the ditch. The handiwork of the dog and bitch
The mutilated body lying in the ditch is the result of the dog and its owner's work.
Bears the label of decency. The honour given so graciously
They call themselves decent and honor the slaughtered prey with grace.
And backs are slapped in celebration. The success of extermination
They celebrate by tapping each others' backs, proud of their success in exterminating an innocent life.
Freedom maintained so humanely. As they wipe their hands of blame so bravely
They claim to maintain freedom humanely while they bravely and shamelessly wipe their hands of the blood.
Back at home she wears the fur that proves his precious love for her
She wears the fur coat, their prized possession, as a demonstration of his love for her.
Death and glory on her shoulders sit. As the master takes what's rightfully his
She carries the weight of death and glory on her shoulders, and the master takes what he believes his rightful possession.
Murder is committed in the guise of sport. Ripping flesh is given no thought
Killing is done in the name of sports, where ripping flesh is done without a second thought.
Glasses are raised in dedication. The crime is given a justification
They toast their glasses as a dedication to their crime and justify it.
Heart beats faster, eyes wide and staring. Death comes whistling cold, uncaring
Their hearts beat faster, and their eyes widen as they stare at death, which comes around cold and uncaring.
Slaughtered animals, slaughtered squaddies. Their wealth is built from murdered bodies
Their wealth is built from the blood of both slaughtered animals and soldiers.
Contributed by Zachary D. Suggest a correction in the comments below.