Head over to the fine folks at Line Out Records and grab yourself copy before the release window closes.

Track 6 – The Truth Is In Your Trigger Finger - features vocals from me, Scott DeathBoy.

You can check out Caustic’s music on MySpace and follow the crazy motherfucker on Twitter.

Not certain how this remix will be released yet, but if we’re doing a free download, you will hear it here, first, naturally.

And what better way than to test with Still a Fucking Raver?

Let’s see if this works…

Five Minutes With… DeathBoy

It has a bit of an explanation as to what’s been going on behind the scenes in DeathBoyLand, and a bit of my general feelings on music creation, the industry, lyrics and the like.

Enjoy the navel-gazing!

DeathBoy – They Keep on Coming

Lyrics:

did not expect them
and still they came
hit the dancefloor running
barely got away

never look behind you
wasting moments while they gain
get inside and slam the door
try to tranquilise the pain

you’ll realise that you’re undone
with demons having all the fun
there are monsters grinning outwards from
the space behind your eyes

Impossible, now, to console
Tell yourself you’re in control
the dissonance demands
a very special sacrifice

I really do not give
a single mother-loving fuck
if you approve or disapprove
well, I’ve got something you can suck

And now there’s only just one drug
that’s still effective to me
and I’ve got only one vein left
remaining open to receive

Once more unto the bleach, dear friends
Shave your head and make amends
A little makeup, we can shake-up
Tell your dealer to hit me hard

We’ve rode the comedown to the end
we’ve seen more life than you can comprehend
Hold your fucking head up high
Tonight, baby, we’re all superstars

When the beasts are getting close
and they’re scratching at the door
you stop and lick your wounds
I tell them “give me fucking more”

They call us “out of control”
but we were never more alive
they break a fingernail
Use ours to hold onto our lives

Once more unto the bleach, dear friends
Shave your head and make amends
A little makeup, we can shake-up
Tell your dealer to hit me hard

We’ve rode the comedown to the end
we’ve seen more life than you can comprehend
Hold your fucking head up high
Tonight, baby, we’re all superstars

There’s no point in running
‘cos the demons keep on coming
hand-grenades and heart-attacks
they’ve got their hooks inside your back

When your vision fills with cracks
when you wake up, it’s all black
you know there is no going back
and all the future’s broken glass

We can get there if we try
Bleeding, glistening and blind
and if we fall and if we fail
I’d sooner fight than fucking die

Re-inject, from 2002’s Riding the Biorhythms.

I think it’s safe to say that while my production skills weren’t paramount back then, I was quite horrendously fucked up at the time.

That’s what you get for moving to London and fucking hating the shit out of yourself and everyone around you.

You can find the album’s download page [here].

DeathBoy – Sundaywild

I wrote half of this on a plane and the Tube, using my iPhone with BeatMaker. If you want to make music out of pre-prepared loops, it’s great. If you want to make proper music, you’re going to have to put some work into it. It’s not a composition tool, it’s a loop tool.

It’s great to let people make music, but when you tell people they’re making music by letting them stick blocks together, you’re just giving them a Lego creative process. It’s good if they then go on to demand more, but it does lead to a lot of tracks-by-numbers.

Anyhoo, it did let me make a drum and bass loop or two to drop some filth over.

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introverted and obscene
she covers scars in neoprene
never quite a beauty queen
she walks the world half in a dream

overwhelmed and quite erratic
she finds the message in the static
always strangely in demand
she only wants to hold your fucking hand

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all the time I tried to be
a better human than you see
the creature that i have become
I tried so hard but I am weak

I hate the thing I turned into
I hated me, now I hate you
I am the missing operand
I only wanted to hold your fucking hand

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pretty little girls in a pretty little world
singing along to the same recycled
popular sensibilities
nothing that she could connect to

sugar and spice and all things right and
wrong and nobody ever took the time
to ask if this was how
she wanted her own universe to be

It just occurred to me that now I have a comments-driven site, I can actually ask questions:

What do you fuckers WANT out of DeathBoy?

If you’re outside of the UK, we probably can’t come and play your hometown. Sorry, we’d love to. That’s the most common question I’ve had asked of me. We’ll try.

Other than that, is there something you fuckers WANT?

A CD containing some specific tracks?

To be able to buy the CD in a given country that we don’t cover?

Artwork / lyrics for something?

For me to set fire to my penis live, on TV, while chugging a bottle of vodka and screaming ALLAH IS LORD?

If there’s something we don’t provide, or a question you’d like the answer to, make a comment.

I will attempt to reply without saying things about your mom*.

* I will probably say thing about your mom.