KID KAPICHI & BOB VYLAN – New England (2022)

“New England” by Kid Kapichi ft. Bob Vylan is a powerful, politically charged single by the punk‑rock quartet from Hastings, England. Featuring fierce vocals from punk‑rap duo Bob Vylan, the song features on Kid Kapichi’s album Here’s What You Could Have Won and takes aim at “blind patriotism” and the darker ironies of British nationalism.

“New England” stands out for its bold fusion of musical styles and its uncompromising political message. The track blends Kid Kapichi’s gritty, guitar-driven post-punk energy with Bob Vylan’s raw, grime-influenced vocal delivery, creating a sound that feels both urgent and aggressive. Lyrically, it doesn’t hold back—using sarcasm and sharp commentary, the song critiques blind patriotism and the darker sides of British nationalism. Critics praised the track for its intensity and relevance, with NME calling it a “snarling” piece of music that takes aim at shallow displays of national pride.

Welcome to the new world The New England Come witness the greatness of Britain Driving around in a German car Stop for lunch in a sushi bar Get my news from the daily star Get my kicks from the tits and arses Never mind about social classes I’ll cast my vote regardless

Is it you can’t change, Or that you won’t change Is it you can’t change, Or that you won’t change

Welcome to the new world The New England All heroes, no villains Double decker bus and a bowler hat Bob the Builder Postman Pat Social change, no I don’t want that, just sitting eating crisps in my one bed apartment Politics that’s not my department But I’ll cast my vote regardless

Is it you can’t change, Or that you won’t change Is it you can’t change, Or that you won’t change

You’re such a fool Britannia Britannia fooled again Britannia you’re so vane You’ve gone insane

‘Coz you’ve been fooled Britannia Britannia fooled again Britannia you’re so strange You’ve gone insane

Welcome to the new world The new normal Look at us queuing up, so formal Sunday roast God save the Queen Man United with the boot cut jeans Money in my pocket no I’m not too keen That’s why I keep voting for the rich and heartless Bored of all these moaning artists So, I’ll cast my vote regardless

Is it you can’t change, Or that you won’t change Is it you can’t change, Or that you won’t change

You’re such a fool Britannia Britannia fooled again Britannia you’re so vane You’ve gone insane

‘Coz you’ve been fooled Britannia Britannia fooled again Britannia you’re so strange You’ve gone insane

Too many idiots breathing up the air Huffing and puffing like they just run up the stairs Fighting and cussing like they haven’t got a care but they care about everything that happens over here Not over there, they couldn’t give a toss, if it’s a brown country they steal all the crops Blow it to smithereens and let the bombs drop Then cry about the borders when they try and come across Oh gosh I think this place is going nutty Too much spice, less British bacon butty Worry about your neighbours and worry about the druggies but not the Eton graduates that’s taking all your money Seems they’re taking the piss, not blaming the brown fella is hard to resist You’d of thought that the nation was smarter than this But I’ve got a couple of questions Please answer me this.

You’re such a fool Britannia Britannia fooled again Britannia you’re so vane You’ve gone insane

‘Coz you’ve been fooled Britannia Britannia fooled again Britannia you’re so strange You’ve gone insane

You ain’t shut them out Ya just locked us in

You ain’t shut them out Ya just locked us in

You ain’t shut them out Ya just locked us in

You ain’t shut them out Ya just locked us in

You ain’t shut them out Ya just locked us in

You ain’t shut them out Ya just locked us in

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