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This track, which will be the band's first finished demo, was crafted from some idle bass playing in drop D, passed through an octave shifter and onto to a simple drum loop. A few older drum loops created previously were stitched together to replace the original and the bass was adapted to fit the new loops. The bass lines were then replayed over the top of the new loops. Once there was a basis for a song, the guitar was played to offset the bass which in turn crafted the overall structure. The song was shifted about in terms of composition and the lyrics were penned on the spot.
The drums themselves are a simple set of funk kit loops used from the Zoom RhythmTrak and fed through a phaser with no phasing effect so it pitched the drums in an unusual way, offering almost eastern percussion. The remaining samples were either generated by an electronic voice program or taken from British Beef's performance at the Carling Academy in Islington.
N0thing is a simple song in terms of guitar and samples, but it's the insert and send effects that vary consistently throughout. This gives the song its off-kilter swing. The tracks were converted from an eight tracker to Cubase. The first set of vocals recorded were at Misc's studio and the band went on to try some dirtier vocals by standing in a tiny bedroom and recording into an ibook with the other WAV files for a quick mixdown.
My mind's in overdrive and stuck in formaldehyde
This tried and tested advice is tired but it's still all mine
This bottle
This gun
This rusty knife for a home made suicide
My eyes are shut tight to thighs-wide highs
Where do we go? Where do we go from here?
In hindsight I never should have fucked you baby
But I must say, you have the sweetest taste
Nothing you ever do is good enough for me
In hindsight I never should have fucked you baby
But I must say, you have the sweetest taste
I'm drunk
I'm a fool
An emotional tool to your fine tuned machinery
The exception to the rule has been shut out without a key
This lock, these chained untamed mind games write their own phrenology
My body creates it's own disease
A tie is like a noose
Inverted though it is
It can still kill a man much quicker than a kiss
You touch my hips with bee-stung lips
We synchronise our fingertips
The heart's methadone dope-stoned shape-shifts
Where do we go?
Where do we go from here?
Nothing you ever do is good enough for me