En los años 70, un grupo de jóvenes británicos de ascendencia caribeña se unieron en la ciudad de Birmingham, Inglaterra, para formar una banda que no solo produjera música, sino que también se convirtiera en un vehículo de lucha y consciencia social. Este grupo, inicialmente influenciado por estilos musicales como el punk rock y el roots reggae, tomó el nombre de Steel Pulse, simbolizando la fuerza y la intensidad de sus mensajes.
La banda fue fundada en 1975 por David Hinds (vocalista y guitarrista), Basil Gabbidon (guitarrista) y Ronnie McQueen (bajista). Con una alineación fluctuante en sus primeros años, el grupo comenzó tocando en pequeños locales y fiestas privadas, ganándose una creciente legión de seguidores gracias a sus electrizantes performances y líricas cargadas de crítica social.
En 1978, Steel Pulse lanzó su álbum debut "Handsworth Revolution", el cual es considerado un clásico instantáneo del reggae británico. Este álbum estaba lleno de temas potentes que abordaban la brutalidad policial, el racismo y la lucha de la comunidad negra en el Reino Unido. Temas como "Ku Klux Klan" y "Prodigal Son" se convirtieron en himnos de la resistencia y la protesta.
Durante los años 80, Steel Pulse continuó lanzando álbumes que resonaron a nivel internacional. “Tribute to the Martyrs” (1979) y “True Democracy” (1982) consolidaron su reputación como una de las bandas más importantes y políticamente comprometidas del reggae. En 1986, su álbum “Babylon The Bandit” ganó el Premio Grammy
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The night Steve Biko died I cried and I cried
The night Steve Biko died I cried and I cried
Biko, O, Steve Biko died still in chains
Biko, O, Steve Biko died still in chains.
Biko died in chains, moaned for you
Biko died in chains, moaned for you, yeh.
Blame South African security,
A no suicide he was'nt insane.
It was not for him to live in Rome, No
Still they would'nt leave him alone.
Yeh yeh yeh,
They provoke him, they arrest him
They took him life away,
but can't take him soul,
Then they drug and ill-treat him,
till they kill him,
And they claim suicide.
I'll never forgive I'll always remember,
Not, not only not only I no,
But papa brothers sisters too, Yeh, yeh
Him spirit they can't control
Him spirit they can't man-trol
Cannot be bought nor sold
Freedom increase one-hundred fold.
The system something's got to be done,
Straight away,
The system of weakheart emontion
They've got to pay
The system of backra corruption
They've got to pay
The system is destroying my nation
The system.....kill him
O, O Jah Jah, O Jah Jah,
Take them where life sweeter,
Send a Moses to set them Free.
Pharoah's army won't let them be,
From the beginning he knew he'd meet his end
Yes my friend
They'll keep on ruling, all hours Jah
Jah send
I'll tell you again
Dem take him life - Dem take him soul,
Him spirit they can't control
Cannot be bought nor sold
Freedom increases one hundred fold
Freedom increases one hundred
Freedom
The system, the system, the system,
the sy, a, a,
Somethings got to done,
The system where black man get no, get no,
Get no recoginition.
The system of colour partition
The system shoul be yanked from creation
The system kill him.
O, O Jah Jah, O Jah Jah,
Take him where life sweeter
Send a Moses. Send a Moses.
Pharohs army won't let them be,
Biko died in chains Yeh
Moans for you
Biko died in chains all are moaning
Moans for you Yeh eh eh eh.....
Biko, O, O, O
Steve Biko died still in chains
Biko, O, O, O
Steve Biko died still in chains
Still, still in chains
Still, still in chains
Cha-ains..........