Righto, fuckos!

I’m trying to get used the fact that I normally update my livejournal when I have something to say, but frankly (particularly when it’s about the music), this is the place I should be doing things.

The main reason is: I’m still getting used to having a fucking blogging platform on my fucking website.

So, here you go (and if you don’t like, feel free to fuck yourself):

The latest track so far is the remarkably chilled “Inspiration“, from the work-in-progress album “CogRock“.

This album’s got a few blinders on it like the grimy, low-down trip-hop of “Buddhabox” and the stadium-industrial, anthemic “Safety in Numbness“. If you like how they’re sounding, check out the work-in-progress directory and let us know what you think.

The instrumentation for “Inspiration” came together while I was chilling and drinking on the balcony of my wife’s place in deepest Michigan. God bless laptops and the ability to put down a musical sketch with minimal equipment and software.

I probably need to round out the vocals and the growl on this and flesh out the instrumentation, but bare as it is, I quite like it. As ever, it’s not “finished”, it’s a demo track. If you don’t like it, I’ve got a bag of cocks you’re welcome to suck right here.

In terms of the direction, I’m not irrevocably moving toward writing chill-out-angst, but I do reckon I’ve done the whole aggression thing inside out for now, so I’m exploring my big love of bands like Massive Attack andthe Orb.  When something makes me absolutely FUCKING FURIOUS, you get tracks like MachineGun or Cheap Shot.

When I’m feeling bleak and misanthropic and spiteful, you get something a bit more brooding, a slower burn.

I’m painfully aware that this will get us reviews where some cunt reads the name “DeathBoy” then listens to a bunch of low-tempo, seething little numbers and decides that we’re cunts.

That’s because a good swathe of music hacks form their first impressions on the name and the press shots, decide what they expect the band to sound like before they play the CD and then take out their disappointment that musicians in reality aren’t an exact reflection of their own piss-poor internal stereotypes by the music-press equivalent of a cry for help.

Fortunately, we are much the Millwall of the industrial scene: nobody likes us and we don’t care.

All of which is a tellingly verbose way of saying that I’m going to continue to make music the way I fucking want to, but know that some of youz won’t like that.

Obviously, it’s nice to be recognised, and I’ve been a twat for getting angry at favourite bands that have changed tack for an album or two when I wanted more of the glorious same, but that gets painfully dull from the artist perspective and I am, if nothing, hideously self-involved.

Right. Enough shite.

I do read this shit, and I get a fucking ENORMOUS amount of spam comments, so it really would cheer me up if someone had something to say other than to offer me pills to make my cock bigger, so please feel free to comment. I will, in the fullness of time, reply. PROMISE.

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