There’s still some work to do tidying the tracks and adding live parts when appropriate, but the material is all written now. There may even be tracks that are dropped in favour of a more consistent album, depending on how everything sits together when the spit and polish have been applied.

Once it’s complete and we release properly, work will progress onto the next commercial album, tentatively named Eschatology, which (as with Music To Crash Cars To and End of an Error) will feature material from the previous non-commercial albums (in this case, Forwards, ToRights and CogRock) as well as entirely new work.

Somewhere in between all of this, we shall be announcing a new gigging roster and punting for dates around the UK slightly later in the year.

Forwards was a non-commercial breakbeat / triphop / industrial release from 2006-2007. It has been called nice things by people who like God Lives Underwater, Filter, Pitch Shifter, Jesus Jones and don’t think that there’s a problem with loving both Massive Attack and Marilyn Manson at the same time, but universally acknowledge PWEI as living gods.

It is dark and breakbeat laden. It is free.

You can find the lyrics page HERE

You can get the album HERE

If you like it, please send a comment or email our way. We love to hear it and Scott probably won’t set fire to himself / have sex with you / declare your genitals to be a new and unexplored continent and defend their accession to the European Union.*

Cheers!

*no, he’ll definitely do that. can’t stop him. christ, have we tried.

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].