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The Future Ooze

by Sans Pareil

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1.
Snake Footprints 03:35
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I was on the beach at Romney Waiting for a shipment to come down Cargo of ketamine, i was listening to Straight Outta Compton Suddenly Damage appeared round the point The whole load had been seized 3 miles out Now under lock and key, HMCE- and we're taking it back Snake Footprints on the raid! Magistrate- Be warned! Be warned! Snake Footprints on the raid! Officer- Be warned! Be warned! Snake Footprints on the raid! Landlord- Be warned! Be warned! Snake Footprints on the raid! Farm hand- Be warned! Be warmed! 30 strong we rode to the New Forest Hidden out of sight till the next night Swigging on extreme energy drinks from a hip flask passed round The local boys all freaked when they saw the scene- A gunboat within range bearing heavy clout, Sentries armed to the teeth, out-numbering us 3 to 1 Snake Footprints on the raid! Magistrate- Be warned! Be warned! Snake Footprints on the raid! Officer- Be warned! Be warned! Snake Footprints on the raid! Landlord- Be warned! Be warned! Snake Footprints on the raid! Farm hand- Be warned! Be warmed! In the streets- Be warned! Be warned! Tower block- Be warned! Be warned! School yard- Be warned! Be warned! Toilet- Be warned! Be warned! Car Park- Be warned! Be warned! Underpass- Be warned! Be warned! Alleyway- Be warned! Be warned! Cemetery- Be warned! Be warned! Now, Jeremiah C was a brutal lout took one by the neck and hissed right through his teeth I'll spill your guts on the floor if you can't keep them together Magistrate-Be warned! Be warmed! Officer- Be warned! Be warmed! Landlord- Be warned! Be warmed! Farm hand- Be warned! Be warmed! Shop Keeper- Be warned! Be warmed! Teacher- Be warned! Be warmed! Prison Guard- Be warned! Be warmed! Vicar- Be warned! Be warmed! Drinker- Be warned! Be warmed! Street Sweeper- Be warned! Be warmed! Customs Man- Be warned! Be warmed! Rival Gang- Be warned! Be warmed! We made away with everything inside We made away with gunfire ringing out
2.
Track Suit Debris 03:21
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You could've had them but you let them slip away They'll be hiding out by now Somewhere well deep underground Contacts, Informants, Rats- who're on the take Accessories to the fact On a rope run out of slack I heard your dirty conversations Goon creeps to you, give us a name Just want a little friendly chat, With the cunts who took the stash You look worried, have you pissed yourself? We find them all the time, face down in a pool of slime I heard your dirty conversations The look outs have all run away Howling 5-0 as they fled We're really for it this time Make no mistake Tonight- You're mine It was Diamond who snitched on you- all lies, all lies We lifted him soon after Poole- all lies, all lies Tonight, or any night……. Yeah, I saw him swing, kit was a sorry sight Battered, swollen face- still looked petrified There were gaps where the carrion hacked And livid pieces of flesh, exposed and covered in slime!
3.
Waste Compactor 02:24
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Don't act like you don't know what is going on Don't tell me that its not it's not your problem You, spending all your cash on disposable crap On any cheap distraction so you Don't look down in the gutter At the roaches, the small and the freaks Let corpses sleep on wet concrete While you sit there on your behind While Outside, strays picking through bones hurry back to the shadows When they hear that distant creeping engine drone In boiler suits and caps, (grave/dark) figures probe and hack But you can't hear them above the television/ cause the X-Factors on Don't look down in the gutter At the vulnerable and the weak Let corpses sleep on wet concrete While you sit there on your behind So don't look down in the gutter! No! No! Don't act like you don't know, what is going on First- interference, then a knock at your front door?! The mislaid refuse sack, leaked every squalid fact But we accept it, cause its not our problem Let corpses sleep on wet concrete And they'll haunt you when you, when you close your eyes Don't look down!
4.
A Scumbag Panorama 03:29
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I Couldn't help myself I'm falling down again I'm falling deep deep deep in the mire Don't put these images? Up on Instagram I don't want nobody to find out That i was out drinking And I took something Was like a pool cue to the canister Then Adam Duke says, "Lets get our dicks wet!" You know he's murder when he gets like this She said- you are such a Scumbag I'm inclined to think she's on to something So I better keep right out of sight! There was piss all on the pavement Piss all on the buttons of the cash machine And the money wouldn't come Said 'Insufficient Funds'- you know the drill The bird i was with, whispering sweet nothings Did a puke all down my trousers Don't put these images up on Instagram I don't want the missus to find out She said, you are just a scumbag I'm inclined to think she's onto something So I better keep right out of sight! I can't afford a taxi to get me home The busses don't run around here no more So i guess, i guess, i guess i'm a condemned man! The great lump came lumbering…. Out of nowhere! Out of nowhere! ….held aloft loose paving slab Over his head! Over his head! He brought that grievous chunk down Square onto the poor fucker's crown And howled blue murder as he fled Back across the wastes to the White Road estate.
5.
Codename: Tarantula 08:55
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Codename: Tarantula The city cloaked in night Hides all its secrets where the street lights barely shine Oh, crooked Councillor, on back seat with Maxine Her concealed camera has captured everything Codename: Tarantula Above the city tonight, a drone sentinel glides Heat seeker and force field where patrol cars never drive Caught luckless vagrants on roof of NCP Rounded up and 'processed', the solutions been agreed The fear, is getting worse all the time I recall one of them had a tattoo upon his neck "Struggle and Strive" scrawled out in swirly script And on his forearm, bore a regimental badge Kept pleading "boys, i done 3 tours of Helmand" Meanwhile the envelope sits comfy in his in-tray Video files, text messages- a real tasty dossier And only for a packet of notes, left under rail archway He can keep his sordid escapades out of the papers Codename: Tarantula The prisoners of night The mind polluted populace screaming soundless in the half light Out in the junkyards, figures picking through remains Under chimney stacks forever billowing smoke and ash and flame
6.
You Give Me (The Creeps) 03:58
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I get the strangest feeling somebody is watching over me all the time I get the strangest feeling somebody is watching over me all the time I get the strangest feeling somebody is watching over me all the time I get the strangest feeling somebody is watching over me all the time Baby baby baby you give me the creeps Every time i walk down the street I feel your eyes so slowly Undress me Cold and calculating I get the strangest feeling somebody is watching over me all the time I get the strangest feeling somebody is watching over me all the time Baby baby baby you give me the creeps Baby baby baby you give me the creeps Baby baby baby you give me the creeps All night
7.
Meat Wagon 02:21
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Sudden blue lights flared and the sirens wailed Nearly popped my heart inside my chest We were seized upon, black boots, truncheons Took a size 12 kick into the dick Struggling for breath, gloved hands around my neck Wheezed why? "Because you are a cunt!" Thats when i shit myself, ran down my legs Fuck you- you'd do the fucking same, you know you would Better watch out for the Meat Wagon Better watch out for the Meat Cause they can smell drugs, where there ain't none And turn a blind eye, where there is And they say its good detective/police work When a case file falls into the bin/ When the suspect ends up on a slab In the back of the van, officer climbs in With a few wise words straight from the hip: "Stop hiding behind your black skin The problem with you is you'll always be a nigger" You know that you Better watch out for the Meat Wagon Better watch out for the Meat You know the Meat is gonna get ya The got fuck all on me That don't mean nothing, not one fucking thing A hunch is all thy need You know the Meat is gonna get ya "Trident have jammed me!" So prepare for execution By officer V53!
8.
Gina, Unnattached 04:04
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All my life i've been shut out Mother cast me from her side Never shown an ounce of love Guess i was never wanted Took refuge where i could find In dingy squats riddled with lice And men who love with 2 fists out But only ever after one thing So i smoke rocks and i take pills To numb myself from their cruelty Bruised and used up, left aside Cause i was never wanted They call me Gina, Unattached Cause i'm nobody's baby Dirty Gina, back alley 2 more tricks and i am free They call me Gina, Unattached Cause i'm nobody's baby Lonely Gina, shadow queen Flash headlights once for me i suppose you think you know……. There were rays of light drifting over my legs There were rays of light drifting over my chest There were rays of light drifting, drifting, drifting, drifting Blinding rays of light into a way to escape myself As I woke from that haze I felt A million spiders crawling All over my arms All over my face Crawling underneath my skin They call me Gina, Unattached Cause i'm nobody's baby Dirty Gina, back alley Flash headlights once for me They call me Gina, Unattached Cause i'm nobody's baby Lonely Gina, shadow queen you gawp but you don't see Oh, I suppose you think you know What is like To be frightened and alone Unseen but still exposed Let down, shut out, no love, a ghost
9.
The Future Ooze 09:12
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I wanna live in the world unseen Don’t wanna live in the world concrete Whats that, out the corner of my eye?! Another glimpse of a world beneath/ obscurity I wanna live in the outer reach Cannot pull my consciousness free from what's out the corner of my eye- Another trap notifying me/ confining me/ restricting me Another trap intruding A bad vibration Woke him in the night Sprung out of his bed And raced over to the desk Where bathed in lamplight, piled high- He tore through inexplicable files And the horror formed right before his eyes and oozed onto his trembling thighs Time is incorporated Space is incorporated Flesh is incorporated Sex is incorporated Memory incorporated Technology incorporated Don’t touch me is incorporated You are incorporated

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Sans Pareil- The Future Ooze (HS004)

Hot Salvation Records is proud to present the second LP from Sans Pareil, titled The Future Ooze due April 29th, 2016. This release represents a culmination of almost two years collaborative work between a small group of musicians based between North London and the south coast, with roots deep in DIY punk going back more than fifteen years.

For ten years, Pariah, now Sans Pareil, has been Thomas Dowse and John Casey. Backed by a new, larger ensemble in 2016, Dowse’s downbeat narrative and feral croons weave in and out of Casey’s maniacal guitar lines, like a tweaked-out Withnail and I fronting Swans. Tales of small town desperation, crime, sleeze and poverty beat down hard; there’s no sleek metropolitan romanticism of London or Manchester, this is JG Ballad, this is David Cronenberg shooting a Ken Loach script… It is Chatham at 3am, a Grimsby pub-fight on a Friday night… it is bleak, grim and writhing with the parts of life you don’t want to see. The pair have spent the better part of a decade creating this 'scumbag panorama’ with their own illustrations and art works (they both met at art university), designs and animations to enhance your experience.

The Future Ooze is a blackened, dystopian version of burned-out garage rock, akin to The Gun Club, Chrome, Stooges, The Sound, Velvet Underground, Early SY, and even hints at the punk snarl of Rites Of Spring or Dag Nasty. The band have cut their teeth, playing select grot-box shows with the likes of The Wytches, Taman Shud, Rot In Hell, Cosmic Thoughts and Mass Lines. This convergence of hardcore and art-rock is at the center of Dowse’s performance; part Jello Biafra, part Mark E Smith, his melodrama is matched only by his wit, dry sarcasm and distaste for an increasing authoritarian state that is pressing ever heavier on those of us not fortunate enough to buy-to-let, or holiday in the sun.

Follow them down the drain…..

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