Biography:
The Specials (also known as The Special AKA) is an English “2 Tone” ska revival band formed in 1977 in Coventry, England. Their music combines a danceable ska beat with punk’s energy, underpinned by an informed political and social stance.
The group was formed by songwriter/keyboardist Jerry Dammers, with Terry Hall (vocals), Lynval Golding (guitar, vocals) and a rhythm section featuring Horace Panter (bass) and John Bradbury (drums; born 16 February 1953, died 28 December 2015).
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- Blank Expression
- Gangsters
- Little Bitch
- Message To You Rudi
- A Message To You Rudy
- Concrete Jungle
- Dawning Of A New Era
- Do Nothing
- Do The Dog
- Doesnt Make It Alright
- Enjoy Yourself
- Friday Night Saturday Morning
- Ghost Town
- Hey Little Rich Girl
- I Cant Stand It
- Monkey Man
- Nelson Mandela
- New Era
- Nite Club
- Pressure Drop
- Rat Race
- Rudi A Message To You
- Stereotype
- Stupid Marriage
- Stupid Marrige
- Too Hot
- Too Much Too Young
- Youre Wandering Now
- Youre Wondering Now
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