Really REALLY didn't want to start even writing this track. I was tired and not in the fucking mood and I'm behind in FAWM so I was also facing the anxiety of just hiding away from it all.

Then I talked to Amy, who had a fucking amazing idea for a collaboration and, I dunno, something about her creativity infected me and I wanted to compete again, and I got off my ass and fired up the sequencer.

Suddenly, STUFF came out. And it turned into a rave-trance-track.

And I'm sat at the sequencer, NODDING PROPERLY, THIS IS FAT.

After that, I just let go and let the fingers do all the stuff. They know how to make the music, it's not really me that makes this shit, it's these demon-possessed fingers.

I return to reality. The fingers have returned to pretending they're mine. This fucking TRACK has happened.

It's 90s as fuck, it's optimistic, high-energy, bittersweet rave!

FUCK yes.

SO pleased, SO proud of this.

If you put your head to my ear while I was sleeping, this is what you'd hear from my internal orchestra. Endless hands-in-the-air 90s breakbeat-rave-trance.

So yeah. Pleased as punch with this bugger.

If you don't like it, stick it up your arse!

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Image used via CC-license with kind thanks to flickr/ultrabionic

Difficult (FAWM 2108)

This is the music of Scott DeathBoy and the band DeathBoy.

It is mostly loud and angry, with occasional patches of surprisingly gentle ambience.

Thank you for flying Air DeathBoy.

Demoscener, composer, singer, hacker.  Music is my therapy.