Interesting stuff wot I done recently:

The wonderful, grimy industrial triphop “Sleaze”, first track from the next album on the go

Dub/ chill / triphop number “Walls and Windowpanes”, with Blue Box

DeathBoy’s Unexpected Remix of Salwa Azar’s Changeling

A late-comer to the in-production album ‘CogRock‘: Superstar

SKatterBrain – I Know 481 (DeathBoy’s sugar pill remix) – from the (free) remix album / from the full release: the Basic Condition of Life

Singularity – an oldskool techno-rave track I wrote for a demo-party

Keep listening. I’m still writing.

A new addition to the slowly-building minimal/techno album ‘Bitscapes‘ is now available:

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DeathBoy – Singularity

This track’s a little bit special (not just because of it’s mid-90s rave vibe), but because it was my competition entry for this year’s Sundown demo-party, and because I wrote it on my iPod Touch on the train on the way to the venue using a fucking awesome piece of software called NanoStudio.

I finished off the mixing on Cubase in the end, but the greater part of the track was constructed in about an hour and a half on a pocket-sized device, which I think is pretty fucking killer.

Bitscapes is a back-burner collection of more minimal / oldskool tracks that I’ve written with odd software or unusual constraints, but it’s shaping up nicely. There will be a full release when it’s full o’ tracks.

Check out the new album from SKatterBrain: “The Basic Condition of Life” – very cool, listenable, chilled electronica, practically free (a quid! – I’m not sure if that’s a launch price).

There’s also a TOTALLY free remix album that happens to feature a remix by yours truly

While working on finishing the dirt that is CogRock, bringing the new live set together and cranking the handles of the burgeoning Eschatology, the mind-horses sped into my tiny, enclosed brain and wraught a fiery message.

SCOTT, they said. YOU HAVE WRITTEN FUCKING TONNES OF MUSIC, you twat. IT’S ABOUT TIME THERE WAS A BEST HITS ALBUM, SURELY.

My mind in turmoil, I barely had chance to grab a hold of my punitively expensive vodka to scream BUT OUR MUSIC IS FUCKING SHIT.

Some days later, I awoke in the shade of an oak tree, sure that I’d faced the dark gods and told them to get fucked.

It was only then that FOUR THOUSAND LOBSTERS LEAPT FROM MY ACTUAL FUCKING GENITALS, ALL SCREAMING “NO YOU HAVE WRITTEN QUITE A LOT OF DECENT MUSIC AND EVERYBODY WHO DISAGREES CAN SUCK THE LEATHERY PENIS OF SIMON FUCKING COWELL – YOU ARE THE ALPHA AND OMEGA OF BEING SHITFACED AND ABUSIVE AND FULL OF BREAKBEATS. IF YOU COMPILE IT, THEY WILL COME.”

So, I had a bit of a sleep, because I usually remember taking acid.

THEN I WOKE UP AND MY LEGS WERE MADE OUT OF SCREAMING FUCKING LOBSTERS AND I THOUGHT I SHOULD PROBABLY MAKE A COMPILATION ALBUM.

This … THING … was initially made by picking my favourite tracks from the 20+ albums I’ve written.

It was lovingly crafted by the process of listening to all the music I’ve made in the last decade and picking out the tracks that most made me feel like I’m not as massive fucking waste of skin.

Even this process was fucking horrible. Because so much of my music is bound up in the mood and time that I wrote it, this made for an evening of reliving all the spite and horror, introspection, self-hatred and general fucking failure to be anything I ever wanted to be.

And, you know, picking out the “best” ones. Somewhat like editing a video of your VERY FAVOURITE times you got punched in the fucking face.

THEN you have to come up with a FUCKING NAME FOR IT.

And, I suppose, if there’s any common thread throughout all of my music and my last decade of life, it’s that I’ve been relentlessly informed that I’m not normal.

I’ve tried to fit in. I’ve made lots of friends and I don’t hate what I am the same way that I used to, but I do still hate it.

I’m not like normal people.

So:

It’s a bit of a journey, from when I was 18 and writing rave, through the rest of my life. Not entirely in time-order, but in an order that you can listen through and makes a kind of sense. To me, at least.

It encompasses most (but not all) of the albums I’ve written. The songs I chose aren’t the ones people will have necessarily heard, they’re the ones I felt reflected ME, not what people apparently think of me. I guess I’ll enjoy listening to it if nobody else does.

DeathBoy – notlikenormalpeople

01: Fear – Written while I was at uni, in Fast Tracker II. Semi-rave. Wasn’t THAT fucked up yet.
02: Beautiful Skies – Taking a vocal from the gorgeous and wonderful Sohma G Dawling
03: Anuism Sly – My grisly rants over the pure and sensuous tones of her majesty, the resplendant queen Mog
04: Amphetamine Zoo – Giving the London goth scene and Slimelight way more time than either of them deserve
05: JustStop – Self-hatred and mass-scale masochism under the shelter of drugs and relationship dysfunction
06: Slip (live) – Stadium Industrial ode to everything going utterly, publically wrong
07: Antimatter – An attempt to say “I’m shit, you’re shit too, we cool, yeah?” – we weren’t cool.
08: Lost Again – Purest, reddest, bleeding DeathBoy. All of the hate I ever felt for myself and still do.
09: Johnny Dee – Escapism in the acceptance of your situation and yourself.
10: Buddhabox – The Modern London Man in Disarray. Blatant and sorrowful.
11: Sleaze – An exceptionally rare moment of sex overcoming the urge to hate. Fucking filthy. Just like life.
12: Burning Blood – The first industrial track I ever sang on. Hate. Longing. Regret. I haven’t ever changed.
13: Parasite – Mopey treatise about being drained and pulling yourself back.
14: Heatskive – A rare moment of self-confidence and lucidity, expressed in the usual hateful language.
15: Demons – Knowing what you are.
16: Crawlout – Either spectaularly well-crafted social commentary or me hating myself as much as you do, too.
17: Prozac Heights – A sci-fi concept piece about a tower block where crazies are treated like people.
18: Let Me Show You – Drugged sleep in a sea of adverts for perfume.
19: Caustic – The most prophetic, accurate and depressing track I’ve ever fucking written.
20: Sub-aqua – Written when I was 18, on a 4-track. Sleep now. Sleep, Scott. Sleep.

DeathBoy – notlikenormalpeople [FULL ZIP: 123mb]

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So, that’s my whole life in a tin.

a lot of somebody feeling very bad about themselves for a decade or so.

if nothing else, I turned a lot of bad feelings from something that hurt me (and the people I loved) into music.

Which I don’t think hurts anyone.

Hope I entertained.

Couldn’t give a fuck if I didn’t

Second track from Eschatology, continuing along the theme of dark-as-fuck industrial trip-hop after the disease-ridden “Sleaze”

Saturated with orchestral theft and lovingly rotted slabs of finest breakbeat then drizzled with the DeathBoy trademark abject hatred for the human condition – download now and stomp down the street erasing passers-by at your leisure.

DeathBoy – Nihilist

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Lyrics:

Trapped in the ratrace
watching your body decay
confined and resigned
as your dreams and your life
move further away

and the few remaining good times
that you remember
cut into your back
like masochistic burning embers
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New track!

For a change, this is a purely vocal job from my standpoint. I’d been discussing Sleaze on Facebook when my old mate Joel popped up, said he didn’t realise I did that kind of vocal style and wondered if I’d be interested in putting something over a song of his. And lo! A collaboration was born.

It’s a rarity for me to only contribute vocals to something, I don’t adore the sound of my own voice half as much as people seem to think, but it’s flattering when somebody actually wants me to add to their track (another semi-recent example is my collaboration with NoWave on Waves of Paranoia)

The result is my take on a grimy, lazy sunday – the morning (and day) after the night before, with my sleaze-ridden vocals crawling over Joel’s dubby ambient track. Think “the Orb” smeared in vaseline. Hope you like.

Blue Box – Walls and Windowpanes II (feat Scott DeathBoy)

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Lyrics:

don’t shut the door too hard
just in case the neighbours wake
she won’t hear us playing cards
yeah, I know, mate,
but fuck’s sake

watch you set up the machines
like you’re tending to a lover
you tell me this one deals in dreams
scared to ask about the other
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New track up!

‘The Changeling’ is a remix of an original song by Salwa Azar – she’s got an absolutely stunning, gorgeous voice.

We’ve been slated to do a collaboration but haven’t managed to find a free day yet and I was jonesing to put some filthy breaks and bass under her beautiful vocals, so I grabbed a rough demo from her last.fm page and set about it with some vodka.

Really pleased with the result, making me look forward to when we sit down to write a track together.

Salwa Azar – The Changeling (DeathBoy’s Unexpected Filthmix)

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(Oh, and it’s called the ‘unexpected’ mix because I cheekily didn’t tell her I was doing it and thought she might kill me, but she seems to have let me live )

You can – and indeed should – check the lady out at her Myspace / Last.fm / Facebook, and see if you can catch one of her gigs, she’s out and about quite a bit in London recently, it seems. She’s really got the sort of sound that makes you wonder why in god’s name she’s not signed to a mega-label, give her a whirl.

We’ve just added a new section to the site: “Collections”

This is a home to the expanding list of mixtape-like bundles of DeathBoy tracks from across different albums that have a common theme (for instance, Trip-Hop, instrumental, etc).

As always, there’s a whole shitload of free music in there you might like the taste of.

Cheers!

This is what goes through my head when I’m on a plane.

Using a loop-texture I made by multi-sampling from my macbook’s mic on the flight.

The vocal is a very stream-of-consciousness feed from my tiny little mind.

This is how I feel when I fly.

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DeathBoy – Delta 06

I hate it when there’s turbulence.

Every time the wings start to shudder and the cabin bumps up and down, when those lights come on telling me to get back to my seat and strap up, the paranoid inside me screams “This is it, man! We’re all gonna die!”

And for the second time in my life, I find myself able to accept the irrational fear and stare it in the face. I find the ability to take deep breaths and be calm despite myself. Read the rest of this entry »

And, hot on the heels of the last track, another new offering.

This one’s a filthy little number indeed, and something of a departure from my usual lyrical style.

It’s called, appropriately, Sleaze.

DeathBoy – Sleaze

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Lyrics:

oh, we barely get to touch
but my head is full of you
smell of sex, it’s just too much
can’t wait to get my hands on you

run my fingers through your hair
feel you sliding over me
can we just? well, do we dare?
waited so long for this to be

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it’s not some dark internal voice
that told me what I had to do
there’s no doubt, there was no choice
I had to have a part of you

I want you just too much
you’re good for me
you’re bad for me
I need you just too much

I’m gonna have you just too much
until you’re full of
until you’re sick of me
I’m gonna give you just too much