The Future Ooze

by Sans Pareil

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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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released April 29, 2016

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Track Name: Snake Footprints
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
Track Name: Track Suit Debris
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!
Track Name: Waste Compactor
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!
Track Name: A Scumbag Panorama
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.
Track Name: Codename: Tarantula
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
Track Name: You Give Me (The Creeps)
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
Track Name: Meat Wagon
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!
Track Name: Gina, Unnattached
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
Track Name: The Future Ooze
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