I watched a cool documentary this weekend about a Detroit area proto-punk band called Death. It’s the story of three brothers — black guys — who cut a really excellent demo for what would be considered a punk album...in 1973!
They made the demo then were serially rejected by the record companies because of their name. The tape wound up languishing in an attic for thirty years. Then their music was rediscovered and became sort of a sensation in the punk community.
An interesting wrinkle is that their father was a preacher and they are/were believing Christians. The producers downplay it but it’s obvious nevertheless.