A Band Called Death

RADIO HOST 1:
The New York Times,

this past Sunday, there

was an article about

the first black punk rock group

called Death in the '70s.

And they found these old recordings.

And they have an album

that they put out now.

They have pictures of these guys

back in the '70s. One of them died.

And now I'm dying to hear

this fucking group's music.

- Should be good.

- RADIO HOST 2:
What were they called?

RADIO HOST 1:
They were called Death.

RADIO HOST 3:
Death.

(WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE???

PLAYING)

HENRY ROLLINS:
The quick version

of the Death story is almost like the tease

at the beginning of a movie trailer.

Three black guys, in the '70s,

from Detroit, Michigan, blood brothers.

Three black cats from Detroit,

played heavy, punk, rock 'n' roll.

ALICE COOPER:
It's pretty hard to

be black playing rock in Detroit.

'Cause they were sort

of stereotyped into...

You had to be Motown, if you were black.

Death's music was definitely

ahead of its time.

They really predated

what we know as the punk movement.

Nobody was making music like that in '73.

They have to be properly credited

as being visionaries.

(SINGING)

ELIJAH WOOD:
You have a record

that is so perfect in its innovation,

it makes it all the more shocking

that it didn't manage to find a way

to come out then.

They're kind of like the Unknown Soldiers

of rock.

BEN BLACKWELL:
They were recordings

that were simply put away.

There's been hardcore history sitting up

in that attic, and no one's known about it.

Thirty years after the fact,

we're just now discovering this band

that had been sort of lying in wait.

It's such a great story and it's, uh...

It's punk rock.

Welcome to my neighborhood.

2240 Lillibridge.

This is where Death was born.

- This is our old friend...

- No.

- ...that we grew up with.

- This is Kathleen. She lives right here.

- They telling the story about Death.

- Okay.

- You remember Death.

- I'm still here.

No!

They telling the story about our old band

that we used to drive you all crazy

with all of our loud music.

Yeah, I remember that.

I remember that, yes.

Oh, yeah, there you go!

(ALL LAUGHING)

David... David... You know what?

But you know what?

That was my boy, though. That was my boy.

He was all right.

My name is Dannie Hackney.

I played the drums, and I was born and

raised in the Motor City, Detroit, Michigan.

Well, I remember when I...

You all were teenagers, uh...

- DANNIS:
That's right. That's very right.

- Yeah. Right, yeah?

I'm Bobby Hackney.

I am a bass player.

My parents, Earl Vonlee Hackney

and Majora Florida Hackney,

two beautiful people.

I was the youngest of, uh, four boys.

Our oldest brother was Earl.

David was born the second.

And then it was Dannie.

And, um, I came along.

EARL JR; I am indeed the eldest,

and that was ingrained in them also,

because I'd say,

"Never forget, I'm second in command

to Moms and Pop."

DANNIS:
Spirituality plays into our life

right from the beginning of our roots.

You know, our dad was a Baptist minister.

We're preacher's sons.

(LAUGHS)

EARL JR.:
Being a minister's kid

taught us the Word,

from Genesis to Revelation.

I mean, we all became versed in the Word.

BOBBY:
He always told us, you know,

if you try your best in life

to keep your promise to God

and give God time enough

to keep His promise to you.

DANNIS:
My old man instilled into us

to back up your brother.

So all of our lives we

grew up with this idea

that, you know,

we gotta back up your brother.

We made a pact with each other

that we would never fight,

we would never do anything

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