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November 1, 2013 at 10:30 AM
What’s in a name? For Detroit’s Death, everything.
In the early 1970s, singer-guitarist David Hackney and his brothers, bassist Bobby and drummer Dannis, took cues from their rock’n’roll heroes Jimi Hendrix and The Who, but played with fury and speed unheard of at the time — punk, before it existed.
For a trio of African-American kids performing music this loud and fast in the heart of Motown, opportunities didn’t come easy — in any part of town.
“We played some all-black cabarets, but that didn’t work out too well,” Bobby remembers. “We were looked upon as being weird — both by our community, and the rock’n’roll white community — so it was precarious to get a gig in those days.”
Undeterred, the brothers continued sharpening their sound, and labels soon came calling. But there was another problem.
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