Dead Kennedys - "Police Truck" (guitar cover)

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This is my cover of the Dead Kennedys' song "Police Truck" (1980) which is from the perspective of someone who takes a police vehicle and proceeds to drive around and beat people up with his newfound police badge privileges. Obviously, it is meant as anti-police brutality. After the outrageous escapades of the officer friendlies at Occupy demonstrations in 2011, it seems only reasonable to continue to play this song and others like "Cop Killer" by Ice-T's band punk-metal band Body Count (a 1992 anti-police-brutality song after the Rodney King Beating in 1991). If cops want to appear like human beings, then they really need to police themselves a little better...

Because I needed a "heavy surf" sound not available on my Jaguar, I played it on my modified 1993-4 Fender American Standard Stratocaster (Fender Red Lace Sensor single-coil pickups in the bridge and middle positions, Grover tuners, and a perloid pickguard). I ran it through my 1970s Silverface Twin Reverb with various effects. I used a Boss ME-6 to make the basic sound with some overdrive distortion and some delay echo. (I use a slightly different effect at the very beginning, with more emphasis on the delay and an EQ setting with more low-end emphasis so that it sounds a bit muffled.) To record it, I played the MP3 with my Mac on Itunes, and recorded it using the Mac's PhotoBooth program which puts it in mirror image (sorry). I used a Samson CO1U microphone with USB connection into my Mac.

Tonight's the night that we got the truck.
We're goin' downtown gonna beat up drunks.
Your turn to drive I'll bring the beer.
It's the late, late shift no one to fear.
And ride, ride how we ride. We ride, lowride.

It's roundup time where the good whores meet.
Gonna drag one screaming off the street.
And ride, ride how we ride.

Got a black uniform and a silver badge.
Playin' cops for real! Playin' cops for pay!
Let's ride, lowride.

Pull down your dress here's a kick in the ass
Let's beat you blue 'til you shit in your pants
Don't move, child got a big black stick
There's six of us babe, so suck on my dick

And ride, ride how we ride
Let's ride, lowride

The left newspapers might whine a bit
But the guys at the station they don't give a shit
Dispatch calls "Are you doin' something wicked?"
"No siree, Jack, we're just givin' tickets"

As we ride, ride, how we ride. Let's ride, lowride.