Name: The Flakeometer is out of range by The Barcode Debacle in The Flakeometer is out of range EP
Duration: 2 min 41 s
Description: Bugman and greybagz got the band back together. Outsider, alternative punk straight out of Croydon, South London. The flakeometer reading is 'out of range' and to make sense of that, this song must be sung.

Alternative, weird, outsider, post-psych punk. UK whiskeyclone. Kind of sounds like a battered and traumatised Art Brut or Yummy Fur or something kind of like that but also not. Laughing in the face of adversity.

The Flakeometer is out of range EP

Please help me to inspire Ade to reopen his line of Wesley Willis t-shirts. Mine wore out. I need a new one. Thanks Wesley so much for your pure and uninhibited authenticity. Thank goodness that you were around when you were and also thank goodness for the random people I sometimes meet who seem to embody a similar spirit to you. It was only last weekend I was lucky enough to meet an old lady, a 'cancerian' called Diana, who sang Doors songs with me at the market. Thank you, I understood and good luck. She understood the 'flake.' Back to this song, it's a true story and if I hadn't have made this, Ade's head might have exploded like when we was at Krakatoa in the famous picture. this kind of joke is warped innit. Will someone please design me a 'this kind of joke is warped t-shirt?' Ade, I'm looking at you but I know you're busy. I love my friend Ade and all my friends, it kills me so bad that life cut me off for so long and seems to be trying to perform a checkmate, but at least there is still the gag, the joke, even if it's warped. As long as there is even a trace of it, a remnant, that's enough to carry on. PS. I'm serious about trying to find the Canadian lady who wanted to buy a bulk order of Wesley Willis shirts for her shop. If this song ever found her, I would literally buy Ade the cable so he could access his old computer for the design, get a t-shirt press, and press them myself and this time take the details down correctly and ship em out. thank you. love greybagZ and the bugman. this is a song, a celebration of 'the gag', friendship, the flake and not giving a fuck.

This kind of joke is warped (in dedication to Wesley Willis)

it could have been all sooo different. just got to stick with the BA (Banter anonymous) sessions and it'll be ok...

Banter Of The Opera

The Overload

im not a lady - 30:05:2022, 14.51

she hates me too

azure skies my likeness
more poison might digest
depraved to point of saneness
cant be loved im satan
pick me up im fainting
cut my face arraign this
dance alone im shameless
dance alone im shameless
im shameless
depraved to point of fucking saneness
repugnant fucking nature

tell me if it’s worse for me to stay
tell me im corrupt to my fucking face
tell me i don’t deserve any thing
tell me how im such a waste of space

im poison
soulless

tell me how im poison, pointless fucking whore bitch
tell me how im worthless, girl without a purpose
tell me what the source is, all this numbing torture
tell me im abnormal
tell me im abnormal
know my worth is zero
every word is final
every word is final
i see heaven with my eyes closed 
just ignore me

tell me if it’s worse for me to stay
tell me im corrupt to my fucking face
tell me i don’t deserve any thing
tell me how im such a waste of space

im poison
soulless

waste of space

i think im going to go drink and then get naked and lay outside in the dirt

Bugman and greybagz got the band back together. Outsider, alternative punk straight out of Croydon, South London. The flakeometer reading is 'out of range' and to make sense of that, this song must be sung. 

The Flakeometer is out of range

2020 casualty

Foxtrot Oscar

Did you read the news
Feel like your being screwed
Or were you just amused
Probably the BBC
Its not what you percieve
Why don’t they
Why don’t they 

FO

They’re coming for your guns
Get out while you can run
Heading for the setting sun
Probably the enemy
They’re not who you believe
Why don’t they
Why don’t they 

FO

All the world is a stage
All the world is a stage
In the end your trapped in the game 

They’re right inside your mind
Technology that’s divine
I hope that you can read the signs
All the actors come alive
Do you think that you’ll survive
Why don’t they
Why don’t they 

FO
FO


Chorus fade

Foxtrot Oscar (demo)

Here's an extremely rough home demo of Love Song, later recorded by the Damned, possibly recorded on a Tascam reel to reel 4 track which allowed bouncing - but of course the sound starts to get murky fairly sharpish. The drums are some tapping on the mic with a pencil (snare) and index finger (bassdrum). As ever Johnny is giving it his all here but sadly Mr Vanian couldn't be persuaded to repeat his final "you're a b**ch" ad lib on the Chiswick Records recording. 

Love Song (J Moped demo)

Hipcatch

A Collaboration with Ron Geesin from 1998. 
Geesey Waltz (with Ron Geesin), Freak Tent, Geographic Tongue, Poetic Musical Forms, Weathered Bicycle, 11103, The Worried Waltz, Be Jazz.

Ron Geesin & SFMP (superfinemagneticparticle) Little Eternities

Rat Music for Rat People Vol. IV

Riot Squad

Big thanks to Sayles, Ben and Pet Grotesque for their speaking samples.

Colesmead Path

'The flakeometer is out of range' playlist is the latest EP. 🥴 DIY alternative post-punk indie chaos from Croydon, South London, formed of Bugman on vocals, greybagz on guitar, Corporal Glain on synths, Bramble on bass and Bobby Sacamano on drums. ultimate one chip pony; Human Bean's aren't designed to flake for so long…

The Flakeometer is out of range

The Barcode Debacle

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