Albums - Alien Poo Slime (Mixes & Marginalia)   MKCD009 2010

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carcinodelica   (neoplasmix) what's wrong with xtian rock? corporate rock courtesan convulse   (tarantella mix) the museum of suffering untold keeping secrets opposition politics year of the dog   (path of leash resistance mix) somewhen out here tony, bucking flair insulting sameness dream of the colourless popular escape velocity   (version) zarquon, the narcoleptic jazzman   (a fragment) lost symbol of the poverty pimps carcinodelica   (melanomix)

Cover Art by Dan Rathbone, design by MK.

Recently I was rummaging around on my old hard disk & found countless (well I couldn't be bothered to count them anyway) odds & ends - songs, pieces of music, absurd scraps of nonsense - which had been abandoned or forgotten over the course of recording The 19 Sounds & Scan Happen.

In some cases it was blindingly obvious why.

But in others some gems had been cruelly ignored for reasons which either didn't look so good in retrospect or are long forgotten. This reminded me of my half-arsed idea some while back to compile a few rather fine remixes from Scan Happen, the Tony, Bucking Flair thing & the one pre-2003 track on here, a remix of Year Of The Dog from the now-withdrawn "Natural Freak" album.

So consider this release a summing up, if you will; a tying up of loose ends. A final squeeze of the rind of Mirrorkill - The Electric Years. It's patchy & it's entertaining & it's occasionally incoherent & it's experimental & it's potentially incriminating & it's funny.

The esteemed Dan "The Bass" Rathbone has supplied, to my specifications, this fabulous artwork, in homage to the infamous Phi Zappa Krappa posters. I've been giggling for hours.

& where does the name come from, you ask? A place you don't ever want to go, my friend, that's where.

01   carcinodelica (neoplasmix)   [4:43   3.1MB   MP3]

The Original Carcinodelica from Scan Happen (It's About Time)

cancer is capitalism made flesh...

it's no use complaining to eros or cupid
selection will favour the fertile & stupid
they've sold us on sex as the ultimate crutch
& that's why we're all fucking so fucking much
a new pair of eyes now is raised to the sun
statistical nightmare that we have become
resources that dwindle with every new birth
the meek can inherit what's left of the earth

'cos cancer is capitalism made flesh
you will succumb just like all of the rest

so bow down & worship this priapic figure
the economy's strong & it's just getting bigger
there's poor to exploit & there's money to make
but no one says no to a slice of this cake
the greed we disown the ambitions we hide
but everyone here is along for the ride
I hope that the world has a sick sense of humour
'cos eternal expansion's the way of the tumour

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02   what's wrong with xtian rock?   [2:36   1.6MB   MP3]

The audio samples on this track come from a real, genuine evangelical broadcasting on the internet, years ago. Unfortunately I can't remember where or whom - but it was too good to pass up.

I may have messed with his meaning somewhat - but not much.

Now I don't know about you, but if I saw somebody walking down the street with a t-shirt on, that had a dog licking up a pool of vomit, the first thing I'm going to think is "Hey, a Christian!", right?

Satan is in control of christian rock; Satan is in control of contemporary christian music. Christian rock also is full of witchcraft.

Now Jesus Christ was not a surfer: Jesus Christ was a Jew. Jesus Christ was not polishing his surfboard, out on the ocean, he was dying for lost men & women, boys & girls. Jesus Christ was not a surfer: Jesus Christ was a Jew.

Y'know, many christian rock fans & defenders will come to me & to my wife & they say:

"Judge Righteous Judgement! Thou Hypocrite! Thou Hypocrite!"

Jesus Christ was not a surfer: Jesus Christ was a Jew (that's not funny).

Because all rock'n'roll is based on rebellion, & there's no such thing as good rebellion, for rebellion is as the sin of witchcraft, & stubbornness is as iniquity & idolatry.

You have to come out of these things, before your mind is opened...

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03   corporate rock courtesan   [2:13   1.4MB   MP3]

so do you find my songs too taxing on the brain?
do you find my words unusual, too hard to explain?
are all my rhythms too tricky to be true?
well if that's the case, dear listener then - this one's for you
a strong & simple glam rock beat
to which even the least coordinated can shuffle their feet
no muffled vocals, no sudden-changing keys
I'm a corporate rock courtesan, my friend & I aim to please

I swear I'm done with that pretentious shit
'cos if I just ignore my critics, I might never have a hit
so I'm only writing lovesongs; at least I'm going to try
although frankly, I had no idea that they were in such short supply
no more politics, I'm past the point of caring
I'll incarcerate my conscience & I'll stop the fucking swearing
& even though the effort might just drive me round the bend
I'm a corporate rock courtesan & I've no wish to offend

so if you like your music to all sound just the same
then I'll seem to play along with you while I infiltrate your brain
with all the subtlety of a military junta
I'm a corporate rock courtesan, my friend, you're just another punter
why can't you perform tonight? I hope there's nothing wrong
just tell me if you think this number's getting way too long
I'll be the person you love to look upon
yeah I'm a corporate rock courtesan, my friend, you're just another john

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04   convulse (tarantella mix)   [6:04   4.0MB   MP3]

The Original Convulse from Scan Happen (It's About Time)

all the while the future lies convulsing on the table
& the experts don't seem able to control what's going on
for the safety of the nation, they'll consider amputation
of the rights & reputations of the ones who think they're wrong

your empire rots around your ears
as you line your nest with souvenirs
focus on myopic fears
but the aftermath's going to last for years
itch to scratch & cash to burn
all the pleas for peace you spurn
you've past the point of no return
you'll never learn, you'll never learn
handouts for the sovereign state
like you could care about their fate
but it's far too fucking little, man
& far too fucking late

all the while the future lies convulsing on the table
& the experts don't seem able to control what's going on
for the safety of the nation, they'll consider amputation
of the rights & reputations of the ones who think they're wrong

marching millions you ignored
but no one showed a proud accord
so you found a war that never ends
with which you can enich your friends
clamping down on human rights
darkness comes, you kill the lights
you're the ones we ought to fight
you're full of shite, you're full of shite
playground loyalties so puerile
aren't beneath your dignity
there will be a reckoning
largely 'cos you think there won't be

all the while the future lies convulsing on the table
& the experts don't seem able to control what's going on
but I'm fucked & I'm unshaven & I find my heart is craven
will the mass imagination just convulse & carry on?

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05   the museum of suffering untold   [1:25   0.9MB   MP3]

Our culture effectively rips off a woman's clothes, & sees them as less than human; the ultimate culprits. Fashion dictates slavery. This writhing document of the vocabulary of submission therefore articulates & celebrates the cruelty strip.

Simulated American men - not human, but deeply inextricable cameras - with patronizing strip routine sadism pound more of the sexually dark at one another. The sacrificial deaths confirm the exhilarating privilege enjoyed by anonymous consumers.

The image of the funny/terrifying Arab, doused in fear of the free market, of the reality of the female; this medieval stereotype irruption is the passion of the powerful. The soldiers may invoke censorship, but they need the context of spectacle.

However, stripped of symbols, it becomes a gonzo gangbang inflicted upon the Christ. One dose of ownership gives users the fades, cravings in which the visions darken.

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06   keeping secrets   [4:06   2.8MB   MP3]

been gone so long, away from this place
the memory's changed, but nothing's erased
somebody get me out of this place

& down by the river, as silent as steel
I wanted to touch you, but that wasn't the deal
somebody get me out of this place

in fear of the places where night time still lingers
caressing our faces with steely white fingers
turning blue in the rust & the others to dust
the others we fought for & cared for who thought it was
time that we stood up, demanded our rights
& told our beliefs in the glare of the spotlight
& the hairs of the cross-sights narrowing now
'till the light that escapes won't show anyone where we are hiding
so they can't give us away - returning to fight them another day
somebody get me out of this place

the truth must be told, before we're forgotten
of what happened here
we've been keeping our secrets too long...

somebody get me out of this place
get me out of this place

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07   opposition politics   [3:35   2.5MB   MP3]

well I never really liked you, but now I'm told I must
'cos you're unemployed, a single mum & nothing I would trust
but now we've lost the reins of power, we feel obliged to care
& we circle round our policies, reverse whatever's there

'cos opposition politics is just the game for me
though those whips that burn my bare behind no longer come for free
& the ulcer in my stomach hates responsibility
so I'm glad to leave myself behind for someone else to be

there are those that love the camera & the camera loves them too
but they can't keep out of trouble & no one expects them to
but beware of all those blue-eyed boys, solutions that they sell
'cos it's my job to disagree, & boy I do it well

now I've a lot in common with those junkies that you meet
'cos I've got my own addictions, though there's shoes upon my feet
I've got many thanks in offshore banks, so girl I'm doing fine
& tell me when we're finished here - will you come back to mine?

yeah, opposition politics, it seems so clear to me
that you only get what you deserve & nothing comes for free
& the media & the massage are my ideology
so I'm glad to leave myself behind for someone else to be

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08   year of the dog (path of leash resistance mix)   [4:02   2.8MB   MP3]

Remix of an old track from the no longer available Natural Freak album

tolerance is not enough, of all the ways they've twisted us...

the corridors are heavy with the stench of revolution
I guess we've known for all this time that this was the solution
millions will hear our call & join in our collusion
it's the year of the dog, we're dying like bitches

architects of structured hate who wait for desolation day
must pay for all their structured crimes & times they fought for degradation
tolerance is not enough, of all the ways they've twisted us
you'll recognise me when I'm gone
it's the year of the dog, we're dying like bitches

we've known all along that society watches
but nobody cares now, so batten the hatches
the ticking within me's the thousands of switches
it's the year of the dog, we're dying like bitches

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09   somewhen out here   [3:06   2.1MB   MP3]

no creation, no destruction
just where you're going & where you come from
there's no movement, just progression
but this illusion is your obsession

history pours out of the present
the future's hiding beyond the moment
nothing changes, just duration
no destruction, no creation

eternity shines, we glimpse it only
we're lost & blinded, cold & lonely
with no meaning, just destination
no destruction, no creation

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10   tony, bucking flair   [2:58   2.0MB   MP3]

he's got no sense of rhythm, he's got no sense of cool
pretends that he can play guitar & just looks like a tool
he's got no sense of fashion, he's got no sense of style
he ain't got much of anything but that manufactured smile

he doesn't care, he doesn't care - that's Tony, bucking flair

he's got no sense of honesty, he's got no sense of shame
he lied to us to go to war & he'll lie to us again
he's got no sense of dignity, he's got no sense of class
& no one likes to see a tongue that far up Bush's arse

he may not be a virgin, but it's still a well-known fact
that even after all these years his Cherie's still intact
she's standing by him there, with Tony, bucking flair
though heaven knows that it's enough to make a saint despair

his truth & justice is a sham, he gives us Hutton dressed as lamb
as Tony munches buttered crumpet, hiding under spank-stained Blunkett

he's Tony, bucking flair...

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11   insulting sameness dream of the colourless popular   [1:18   0.9MB   MP3]

Mediocrity & conformity are driven by our search for pseudo-individualisation, for deep pop revulsion, like an agonised star magazine industry. So: the brash kids have manufactured yet one more final public, filling their lungs with apparent irony. We are forced to welcome releases of an ephemeral nature, but these sub-cultural climaxes remind the many of the vivid unease inevitably reached through mediocrity. & most of this influx is just coming...

Seek out the talented, & ghettoise them with a gimmick!

For years the collecting up of one's self, becoming broken-hearted, gave the unknown artist something else: respect. But now, recognition sells blandness. So, take thy being out, thou entertainers, to where the vast writers describe thee in terms of demands made!

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12   escape velocity (version)   [5:42   3.9MB   MP3]

The Original Escape Velocity from Scan Happen (It's About Time)

trying to remember, as we build our hell on earth
that each birth is a trauma, & every trauma is a birth
so drop everything & come with me, towards escape velocity

imagine all that I could be, if I should reach escape velocity

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13   zarquon, the narcoleptic jazzman (a fragment)   [1:02   0.6MB   MP3]

(Instrumental)

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14   lost symbol of the poverty pimps   [4:04   2.8MB   MP3]

The samples on this track were taken from a horrifying conversation I overheard one day. No idea who the participants were. But if I were you I wouldn't come forward...

Subject 1: Um... Erm...
Subject 2: [indecipherable]...two people. We don't have to go over there 'till half past one
1: I thought I'd go to the lunch & keynote address & then skip the workshops on top-down bottom-up change-management.
2: So how many...
1: I'd like you to take this concept, work out a way that I would work in your area. Bank Managers & Accountants perhaps? Actually, she'd be brilliant for this 'cos she did her PhD on, erm, Asian women running small businesses. I thought: you & me, the two Kevins - playing the, erm, ethnic minority card. We've got a couple - a couple of ethnic minority researchers.
2: Yes, yes, yes, very good! One male, one female...
1: ...yes, one... one black & one indian asian, so er...
2: She's the indian asian?

the voice is everywhere, we cannot help but hear
over all our shoulders, breathing hot upon our ears
voice of authority, the voice of reasoned fear
the voice of certainty
this fractured carousel, parade of bleak ambition
the pimps of poverty demand complete submission
so jack be quick & jack be nimble
I think we've found the long-lost symbol

Subject 1: You know, it's quite intriguing, isn't it?

it starts in primary school, the most important lesson
pour scorn on our dissent until all our objections
become a storm within a thimble
I think we've found the long-lost symbol
we dream equality, they give us tokenism
divide & conquer all, manufacture our divisions
so send a fax to David Trimble
I think we've found the long-lost symbol

they claim to serve us while ignoring our petitions
they see us as too stupid to make our own decisions
in their own lies they gyre & gimble
I think we've found the long-lost symbol
'cos I'm still hopeful in this corner we're defending
they wouldn't push us down unless we were ascending
we are the thing that makes them tremble
I think we've found the long-lost symbol

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15   carcinodelica (melanomix)   [4:43   2.3MB   MP3]

The Original Carcinodelica from Scan Happen (It's About Time)

it's no use complaining to eros or cupid
selection will favour the fertile & stupid
they've sold us on sex as the ultimate crutch
& that's why we're all fucking so fucking much
a new pair of eyes now is raised to the sun
statistical nightmare that we have become
resources that dwindle with every new birth
the meek can inherit what's left of the earth

'cos cancer is capitalism made flesh
you will succumb just like all of the rest

so bow down & worship this priapic figure
the economy's strong & it's just getting bigger
there's poor to exploit & there's money to make
but no one says no to a slice of this cake
the greed we disown the ambitions we hide
but everyone here is along for the ride
I hope that the world has a sick sense of humour
'cos eternal expansion's the way of the tumour

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