Jason, the third of four Brampton Brappers to tag the A141 bridge over the A1.

Jason

Seud

Our second track about Scotch. The first was in 2012, and may not be on here anymore.

Commentary on the tasting of two Scotch whiskys in F octatonic

Cheese Pizza

Some circuit bent Stylophone madness present.

Red Demesnes Vs Herculeskabuterimon

The soundtrack to one of the best John Carpenter movies never made. Now with 200% more Ambient Horror vibe.

The 'Dark' Soy Conspiracy

A one take with some cool sounds. Old school era plaud feel.

Sweet Sweet Sweet Karela

The famous epic rap battle, recorded live from the stadium where the showdown took place. Lyrics below:

Dippy: Ya can feel it in ya bones when I drop my bass tones,
And my rhymes are the oldest skool, the only skool you know are post Jurassic fish, fool.
Your beached cetacean frame, can’t cope with proper fame
Been working the floor since 1979, you hold it for a week and visitor numbers decline.

Hope: I ain't no dope, I’m spreading HOPE,
To the kids from the gritty London streets,
Some mouldy fossil bones don’t hold no treats.
Get back to the prehistoric, your cycad is callin’ ya
Think ya neck is long well my tale is mightier.
I’m surprised that your bones and words are still standing,
Heard you got recently pushed from your landing.

Dippy: You claim that you are big but now your pod releases no hits and after Japanese whaling, you’re a has-been.
Can’t even hold a mic now that you’ve evolved away your digits,
How do you hope to spit bars through all that baleen?

Hope: Hailing from the oceans my beats and bones ain't broken
When my song hits your sonar, your navigation gets a cho’kin’
Fluid with my flow before your plaster cast get made,
You’re out of your depth and out of your decade,
Just a shrivelled unloved loser, extinct in the biological pecking order.

Dippy: You claim my bones are broken,
But you’re wrong, I am an upgrade.
Your bones will fade once I have spoken, but my cast will last for decades.
And as for all your cash, at least I get the hoes
And if we’re gonna start rappin trash,
At least I got toes!

Hope: My numbers aint declining they’re just sick of your old stink,
Even lost and found wasn’t good enough to keep you on the brink.
I’m up in the air, your rap don’t even leave the ground,
When they hear me up and singing, hippies think it’s profound
My homies and my fish are grouping up all ol’ skool.
Even Fred Flintstone thinks your homies are fools.

Dippy: I only left to go on tour but soon I shall return,
Once I’ve graced my presence to the fans, then you shall feel the burn.
You see, people want the dinosaurs, they want majesty and grace
Not some pseudodebenid with obesity for a face.

Hope: I’m swimming in cash, it’s debated you can even swim,
Look out here comes a T-rex, oh no! Yo chances seem slim.
I’ve got a licence for Krill, and my rappin's to kill.
Aint got no problems with no ice age cos I know how t’ chill.
The ladies love my dick, just ask them, it’s is thick as a cable,
Ya homies seem upset, what’s wrong? Are you even able?

Dippy: If you wanna talk dick, then you’re already pro,
Cos you’re a prize dickhead, whose moves are too slow
The ladies say you’re clumsy and that piece of yours don’t grow.
You literally flop about, after an hour get it in.
It sounds just like your hip-hop therefore I declare I win!

Hope: My name is a country, yours is just plain dippy,
The museums you be tourin’ frankly seem pretty shitty.
When was the last time you got a clean?
Yo rappins as stale as the population occurrence of your genes.
I’m in the big league, you’re merely trying to please.
Know a small fry when I see one, cos I’m king of the seas.

Hintze Hall Showdown (Dippy vs Hope NHM rap battle)

Everyday Value Frozen Peas

Following a concept popular on Youtube recently, we did the following without hearing what we were doing:
1. Programmed new patches on 5 synths and a drum machine
2. Recorded a sound check to ensure all instruments were making audible sound at similar levels
3. Recorded the track

Which, we hope, suffices as an apology for what you heard.

Everyday Value Earplugs

Improvised electronic music, with a hint of anything else. We've done a lot of tracks which were mostly rubbish. We therefore produced a 'best of' double album available for download/cassette purchase, see bandcamp page.

Biz Baz Boz