The Heroic Doses were a band that blinked into the eyes of the New World Order sun and told it to go fuck itself, their wrap around shades hiding the hurt and pain of eyes living life on the Grid, eyes that could still look to the heaven’s; blood shot eyes. Their recording technology was primitive by Augustus Tabernacles NewDaze standards, and only three albums worth of their music survived, some of which is presented here for the very first time. This is classic mid period Doses, full of the fervour of loin ecstasy and hem touching, bustin out of the perfect limitations of Bunker Studios and featuring the original line-up of the Browntown Blitzed Brass section. Strap on your horny helmets sisbros and touch bass!

I Would You Would Anybody Would If They Could

DNA Changed My Life

Matchstick Eyes

Comateen

The music presented here is taken from the soundtrack to our Discordian, Quantam, Pyschedelic, Anti-NWO satire "When The Moon Falls It's Not So Steep", a novel that awaits out there heads, in there minds, transcenders, dancing dissenters, refusenik freaks and fuck.....even readers! to help it achieve lift-off in search of immortality. In the words of the esteemed 13th century Pope, Militant Dilletante and Magi Soovus Kunkilius it is  "A ground breaking roller coaster ride; the bastard of the book and graphic novel; When The Moon Falls Its not So Steep is a visceral swipe at the new world order, laughing gas for people bored of books but who love reading….."  and  "A manual of do it yourself Magick disguised as a quantum novel…a crime story about the crime of the century. Science fiction, conspiracy or a big put on? Think for yourself maximum Rock n Roll rioting fact and fiction. The book that stands up to the control grids and winks an eye in memory of Robert Anton Wilson………………………….."  To delve further please visit  http://steepmoon.nomap.net/ and let your ears follow your eyes to the sacred text.


Ladies and Gentlemen, strap on your anti-gravity suits and get ready to laugh in the ears of the watchmen! Children of the Farcika, Soul Power and Sarpa Salpa! …Steep Moon proudly presents Mother Fuckers balanced on the reflections of their own perspective, mutating, transcending,  way beyond wire further than stars…..Steep Moon bring you

MUSIC FROM THE CONTROL GRIDS 2014 – 2019……………..


 Music in 2019 had all but lost its underground shamanic hedonistic hell fucking yeah righteousness; its guts ripped apart on the barbed wire of creativity marginalisation way beyond the participant’s perimeter.

Instead, like bad alchemy, its bastard  brother; Musica, became a safety download, another optimised shiny consumption source, whose  credit pin number access brought you the anthems of the Freedom Malls via a noise limiter, led by the dark light of the entrancers; the new world order rock of NewDaze.

Despite the clampdown and like violets on the moon squirming free from under the rocks of assimilation, here and there in Everywhere, real music still give birth to the sounds of resistance. In the ghettos of Browntown and other hoods, black market effects pedal pedlars sent seekers back to the No Zones with drugs to make music to take drugs to, aided and abetted by illegal technology weaponry such as analogue circuitry, fuzz pedals, valve ampage rampage, and highly illegal copies of old headz long since contrabanded; albums by The Thirteenth Floor  Elevators, The Who, Can, The Butthole Surfers, MC5, Stooges, Tamla Mowtown, King Tubby, Joy Division, The Creation, John Coltrane, Small Faces, The Birds, Velvet Underground, Miles Davis, Stone Roses, Crazy Horse, My Bloody Valentine, Underground Resistance, Love, Public Enemy, Sly Stone, The Fall, Minnie Riperton, Plastikman, Congo Natty, DJ Hype, Dead Kennedy’s, Husker Du, Cannibal Ox, Company Flow, Syd Barret,  Pere Ubu,  PIL, James Brown, Howling Wolf, Keith Hudson, Minutemen, Captain Beefheart, Spacemen 3…..an endless  illegal back catalogue of those who peeked behind the acid curtain and found god wanting to rock n roll.

From these garage lands came the rocket ships; young men and woman ready to funk non serviam psychedelic drones towards infinite beats; seekers such as Two Planks, Golden Alistair and Dawn Crowley, who became the Heroic Doses back in 2012. By 2015 they and their music had been banned from the Grid, their work decried as subversive, their legacy forever linked with Terrorists and drug dealing; pushing large consignments of White Queen, Sarpa Salpa, and NASArodeo, in quantities that dwarfed their album sales, according to The Daily Torch, whose broadsheet front cover once pictured a stoned Two Planks, caught (apparently) red handed, with a kilo of uncut Bougaine, whilst on Tour with NewDaze way back when…….Back in the day. 

The Heroic Doses were a band that blinked into the eyes of the New World Order sun and told it to go fuck itself, their wrap around shades hiding the hurt and pain of eyes living life on the Grid, eyes that could still look to the heaven’s; blood shot eyes.   Their recording technology was primitive by Augustus Tabernacles NewDaze standards, and only three albums worth of their music survived, some of which is presented here for the very first time.

Non Serviam