track

Sociopathic, the dumping ground for ideas that it was, is now closed.

I shall work it over and make an album of it, like boxesoftricksandtraps, but (of course) different.

anyway, that is now finished.

so is "raverboy", and anymore "scott deathboy" ideas.

I shall be writing and releasing things as "deathboy"; if they don't happen to fit people's ideas of how the band should sound, well, that's a whole big shame. No sulking, whining, complex emotional outbusts about the band and the sound and all that silly shite.

I write this music, and you WILL listen.

I apologise for how drunk I often am on stage.

I apologise for how drunk I am when I sing everything.

However, I make these things and I think they are good. If you disagree, livejournal offers you a quick and painless way to not listen to me anymore.

My journal is free, open and filthy.

I hope you like what you see, I won't lose much sleep if you don't.

This new track is my typical, written-in-a-night fair, I think it's good enough that I wouldn't have "released it" if it wasn't for the fact that I think that I was too drunk at the last gig (apologies to the guy who's flyer I signed "MAKE SURE YOU SET FIRE TO A HORSE - SCOTT DEATHBOY"), and that my output of late has, frankly, blown.

However, this track kicks. I will brook no comment.

Make You Notice - DeathBoy

the new album is called "ifyouunderstoodiwouldnthavetospeak", with apologies to Underworld.

Also, I AM DeathBoy. So if I write something techno-ish, it will just be a deathboy track. Fuck all that mucking about. I write music. If you don't like it, there's a million ways to mosey on off elsewhere on the web. If you do, I thank you and I will do my best to continue to please you.

As a point of reference, I have had a particularly shit day and currently hate every cocking thing in the shitting world.

I hope this track reflects that and I ask that you don't deliberately rank yourself among the things I want to kill today unless you really, truly, are a cunt.

I hope you understood that.

CUNT.

( lyrics )

MEMEMEME

Oh yeah.

Apparently, DeathBoy more than topped the Black Celebration vote-in.

Word (from frank to eris, which I should probably not quote) is that we more-than-doubled the next vote.

And ELR got third, and they are playing, so for god's sake so see them.

However, because we played last year, we've been excluded from the event.

I'm personally offended by it, but not destroyed by not playing the gig.

However, I do want to say a really big thankyou to everyone who voted for us.

Expect a comedically patronising comment on frank's site; I'm betting on "Well done to deathboy for bulllying so many people into emailing us, with threats of menace and nasty looks and shouting and stuff".

I know that I can only tug on your heart strings every now and then and when it's important, you guys have never let me down. I appreciate it, and I'm sorry we won't have the chance to do the Monumentally Bad Ass Set we were thinking of if we'd have got the slot.

Also, I'm pretty sure there'll be another round of "people only vote for deathboy because they're scared to disagree with him"... I don't plan to get involved in anything with that signature, because I believe that a) that's a load of cock and b) if you can reconcile "you're all deathboy's mates" with "you're all scared of him" then either I'm some kind of seriously Bad Ass Motherfucker, or, just maybe, you're a bit of a limp bugger who's short of a decent reason to slag me off.

I mean; if you want to slag me off, mail me, I can give you a tonne.

I really have had enough of the various comedy things that got my arse on and, for a while, made me stop enjoying the music.

As it goes, I'm pretty happy with the music thing and I'm going to put out less so that what I do expose is good stuff, but that doesn't really affect you, and, to be honest, it doesn't affect me all that much.

Music From Scott will continue, uninterrupted.

the standard "if you don't like it, please do fuck off elsewhere" disclaimer will continue to apply, and if I wind up linking to tracks to a friends list consisting only of the other lads in the band, I won't be crying from my middle eye.

You like me when I *am* just plain being me.

So I'll crack on with doing that.

thanks and love to those who deserve it, a casual wanker sign to the dismissive masses.

My tribe shall increase.

Phone Post: playing grownup

To sum up.

terribly sorry.

booze meant that I started caring about what I wrote on LJ for a second.

this will not happen again.

Quick link

To skip all that bile:

LISTEN TO THIS MOTHERFUCKING TRACK OR FUCK THE COCKSHITTING FUCK OFF.

your consideration is appreciated.

x

MEMEMEMEMEME: (copy and paste this, you WHORE)

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I'm a cock.

<i>You're</i> a cock.

However, <i>I</i> listen to some hardcore fucking music while you are, clearly, just plain fucking animals.

Stop fucking animals.

<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/deathboy/441539.html?mode=reply">Listen to some hardcore fucking music.</a>

'preciated.


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hmmm...

actually, I should probably make memes that don't include calling everyone a cock.

If you're not a cock, please register yourself via the Live Journal "I'm Not A Cock" Preferential Service denoted by "comment on this"

thanks!

dear christ

As is customary after drinking a bottle of vodka, smoking a box of cigarettes, spaffing some music out and writing what appears to be a thesis on why I really shouldn't have access to the internet while doing all of the above, I shall now tell you how bad I currently feel.

These are your lungs:



and these are MY lungs:



which, as you can see, is a map of the obscure coastal holiday town of Bognor Regis.

You have no idea how unpleasant it feels to wake up and find your lungs are Bognor Regis.

rock.

Q) After a hard night's drinking and shouting, what's better than only having a meeting to go to the next day?

A) Waking up late and phoning your partner who then postpones it until monday.


On hearing this news, my lungs immediately recovered:



such that they now merely resemble Skegness.

ooh, yeah

Last night's track was the second track I've written in Cubase SX 2.0, which I must state absolutely fucking ROCKS the house.

I lost track of the number of times I wanted a new effect or VST and just plugged the damn thing in, and cubase took the strain and kept on smiling like a thousand dollar whore.

Stick Logic up your whining cack-chute.

tempting fate

SHIT.

Chi just phoned back, having changed his mind. Meeting is on again. I have to leave the house after all.

My lungs have now plunged into a state of utter Basingstoke.

heheheheh

classic!

[nicked from dies-irae]