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Scrotox Ulcer

by Steroid

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    Artwork by Tony Byker, and beautifully put together by Simon Tripcony.
    Hard copy CD. Contains 10 tracks. (Download includes 3 Bonus Tracks)

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1.
Fate takes a shape it’s an anomaly It’s causing all the peopole to stare Fate rakes the face of your duality Kinda like we never would care So put him under Fourteen tons of fucked up ingenuity Standing in a line of remorseful patients Hope is gone to run the marathon And you left us all stood at the station So put him under I beat you because I am the richer man And you’re my poor relation Take control and put me in parole Cos I’m only gonna give you a poison I can’t believe this, it makes me puke don’t it Tell me it won’t get worse, please tell me that Put him under Insect here and incept there Your model of a fucking disaster Got no hope so don’t be so gross Just put him in a suitable plaster caster It’s so nice to take the other side Steal a soul and steal your thunder Reminicience here and reminicience there Why you’re still here is a wonder Saw it in the stars you got yourself barred From the clerical hysterical man, we saw him Running up walls and fighting in halls Batter take a breath while you can and report him So put him under
2.
Kicked out again, you never refrain Wanna go where the air is distasteful Onto the shore to offer remorse You never said you’d be back with a face full Lost in the rain you’ll never regain All the love from the commonest people Getting a life, getting a wife It’s only living if your life is in freefall Your life is in freefall Think I’m losing my data Your life is in freefall So I’ll fistulater Wake up you said, you don’t look fed Like a confession of an opium eater Cash in your life spreading the lies Hoping that we’re all here to deceive ya Put up the tent you are hellbent You’re like a man with a positive ether Doing the chores, breaking the doors I saw you shouting at the sea in a t-shirt I think I’m in freefall Cos I’m losing my data I think I’m in freefall So I’ll fist you later This one’s the same, they never retain Any measure of self recreation Don’t go to France, or kick out the jams Be a runner be another donation You must be bored, cos I see your thoughts Wanna be me but you got to be quicker You never fail to get off the rail On ketamine and lots of liquor We’re in freefall I’m losing my data We’re in freefall Cos we’re losing our data I’m in freefall And I’ll fistulater
3.
K-Hole 08:21
Are you feeling lost and lonely, or are you feeling fine ? Is it hard whe the man in charge is slowly losing his mind ? No time to rearrange, I think it maybe too late They lost their charm cos they’re all armed to the teeth at my back gate. You’re the wonder of the universe that’s all I see You’re immersed bit I am cursed with a life to live dangerously Put down the guns and have some fun, be a man at ease It’s fair and we’re all square, time is limited as we see Anyone who saw it Everyone who knows Anyone who’s searching for it deep within their soul If you’re tired with the skin your in you swim right through the k-hole Trade your body, tranquilize your mind And find a new home down the worm hole Tranqilize your mind
4.
Fee fi fo fum I spilled the blood of a politician Fee fi fo fum ripped out the heart of human trafficking scum Are the relations a manifestation A reincarnation of our future Flying beside me, and so we decide he Is making a break for a place that suits yah Under the ice those terrible eyes It’s you that supplies us with addiction Wicked and nasty at least there’s a chance he Will only surprise me with predictions Run fast laugh loud Fee fi fo fum I spilled the blood of a rapist scum Fee fi fo fum gouged out the eyes of a pedo man Only one sun in the solar system And when it is done we’ll all be freezing Thinking aloud what was that all about We’re stuck in a shroud and the magma’s easing A billion years we’re left with our fears It ends in tears and we all deserve it We’re on the run to the event horizon Gone is the fun now we can’t reverse it. Run fast laugh loud Fee fi fo fum I spilled the blood of child abusing man Fee fi fo fum tortured a gang of organ harvesting scum Is it elation destroy the creation And out of frustration we will enter Another day dawning and needin g the warning And then there before him the aggravator Look at the time we must be getting behind We’re not getting refined but I am getting older Onto the streets where they’re packing the heat I think they have soul but they’re not soldiers Run fast laugh loud
5.
Block Chain 03:42
It’s ok to fake your face and be another be a lover of Botoxation Nip tuck here and nip tuck there so you’re looking for a Frankenstein's creation Television knows and television grows, it’s gonna turn the whole thing into disaster News says this and news says that cos it’s gonna turn us all into zombies faster Hypocrites here and hypocrites there, I will never believe what I read cos it don’t fit Fake news makes and fake news breaks, but it really doesn’t matter cos it’s all shit. Microsoft, Rockerfeller, block chain, block heads, craving for the ultimate personal ID. Symbolic symbiotic There’s no time to waste upon another day, let’s get stuck on the poison Turn on this and turn on that, and then buy a lot of drugs from Boyzone I like you and you like me, and who knows one day we might even meet Judge me now and judge me in the crowd but don’t let me loose on the streets Take my place and break my place, with your baseball bat and your best intentions News breaks here and news breaks there, your never gonna better your own invention Elon Musky, kind of musty, Space X Major Tomter thrusty, heading for the stars with the Nassholes from Mars Symbolic symbiotic It’s not hard to see, they’re not coming clean Whatever you read it’s just fake persuasion I’m liking you, and I’m liking me Do what it takes and just fucking deride me I will bomb you, and you will bomb us What you have won is a big pile of dust
6.
It’s plain to see, my authority, is leaving cos I’m out there We have to fire, to fight the fire, our cyber powers are a nightmare Under the skin, the being swim, to find the doors of deception So crush my hopes, and sink my boat, and hope to stem the invasion The nightmares calling The fear of falling Inside your room, you are no fool, you’re safe behind your hencemen But in the world, the things unfurl, you’re lost in fluctuations. Annihilate, procrastinate, let gravity sorround you. You’re not welcome here, so jst get yout gear, and get into your vacuum Nightmares calling Fear of falling
7.
Where d’ya get your protein ? From your fucking jism. Oh no, that’s my negativity, lost another liberty, I don’t know It shows, we’re on our own again, tossed into the sea my friend, pro bono Oh no, individually turned into banality, boredom grows And I won’t be coming here again, had to make a plan again, falling stones Hold me close cos I’m not real and I just need something more to feel Hold me close don’t let me go cos I just need something more to feel Oh no, think we lost the sun again, darkness and a bitter end waits us all Good times, lost into the other place, did you lose another race oh oh oh Oh no, losing credibility not the sensibilities, sink so low It’s time, time to fight another day, do it in a different way oh ohoh Hold me close cos I’m not real and I just need something more to feel Hold me close don’t let me go cos I just need something more to feel
8.
Kiss My Ass 05:36
Tell me, help me, make it fast Lonely, so lonely, losing my track Help me, keep these people off my back It’s time, sure sign, so you can kiss my ass Please let me off this train It’s a long tube filled with demons and I can’t breathe I can’t sleep, I can’t free my mind Please let me off this plane It’s a long tube filled with demons and I can’t breathe I can’t sleep, I can’t free my mind Keep those jokers safe and far from home Cos it’s time for an uprising in our soul Tell me, help me, we’re stuck in the past Maybe, it seems, we’re living far too fast Sure sign, bovine, creatures in the glass It’s time, that you tried, you tried kissing my ass Please let me off this train It’s a long tube filled with demons and I can’t breathe I can’t sleep, I can’t free my mind Please let me off this plane It’s a long tube filled with demons and I can’t breathe I can’t sleep, I can’t free my mind Tell me, help me, make it fast It’s time , sure sign So you can kiss my ass.
9.
We’re all celebrities, now No credabilty now We are all celebrities It’s hard to see to see there was another time There was fame it came into another time Don’t you pretend to bend you are history You and your friends become another mystery I’m a celebrity, you’re a celebrity We are all celebrity
10.
Drone Strike 03:51
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We are all celebrities.
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about

Yes ! Another album by Tony Byker & Kev Byker.
Relieve your frustration with some sonic ear candy. Massage your cerebral cortex with some fuzzy warble slooshiness. Enjoy this crazy hypocritcal, paradoxical existence.
We are one.

'Lee Eastmidswhizzkid' writes
"25 years on...worth the wait? without a doubt and scarily appropriately timed as this is a soundtrack for Armageddon if ever there was one. eerie futuristic bladerunner-esque samples and manic fear-inducing apocalyptic pronouncemts are not the only familiar hallmarks here -Kevs vocal is at times his "default" style (think "growth") and musically its heavier than a deep-fried depleted-uranium sandwich- but there's a brutality to it that it's predecessor only hinted at. the abusive and abused 303 -thats an acid box to those who dont know- is prevalent, after all ths is the 21st century, and the frantic spasming drum-machine is reminiscent (?) of an epileptic beat-boxer,plugged into the mains and then thrown into a bath full of corrosives. if you dont like this album you're probably not reading this in the first place to be honest so dont take my word for it....i guarantee your neighbours will have an opinion."


'Jade Finkle' writes
"The main question I was asking when I listened to Steroid’s Scrotox Ulcer is: will it live up to the high standard set by the band’s previous effort? Since no less than 25 years have passed since the debut’s release, my expectations were admittedly not huge. However, I was to be proven wrong, for the answer to this question is firmly YES.
1993’s Jism Harvester concealed a selection of fantastic industrial-rock songs behind its curtain of messy samples, distorted vocals, unexpected noises and general chaos, and it has always stood out to me to be at least as good as the very best of Gaye Bykers On Acid’s works – so to discover that band members Tony and Kev Byker still definitely have the magic touch was very exciting for me. Jism Harvester had a very obvious 1990s style production, which is one of the reasons it appealed to me so much. On Scrotox Ulcer, on the other hand, they have blasted into the present, and embraced 2010s-style production whole-heartedly, with magnificent results. The vintage low-quality samples and murky distortion has been replaced with over-compressed sounds and clipping – which of course suits this style perfectly.
Vocal samples flood the entirety of the album, surrounding a base of what must be considered heavy metal, with huge, heavy distorted guitar and loud, slightly electronic-sounding drums. Lead vocals, mostly shouted in an energetic monotone, are much more present here than previously, and additionally, the songs seem, for the most part, more structured and coherent – although they are still a far cry from standard pop or rock structure. Electronic definitely makes a strong appearance on parts of the album, especially on one of the album’s highlights, the surprisingly melodic “K-Hole”, which breaks the pattern set by the first two tracks with a straightforward EDM vibe, improved by the ever-present noisy samples placed at random over the top of the track (it also goes on for over eight minutes, which is a guaranteed way to win my approval!).
One of my all-time favourite guitarists Tony Byker is up to his usual tricks here, with some awesome guitar solos adding even more interest to the already interesting compositions. Other highlights include the very welcome pichshifted demon-vocals on “Memoirs Of A Murderer”, the brilliant major-key guitar riff combined with a highly-electronic drumbeat on “Block Chain”, the dubstep vibe featuring an unexpected faux-Jamaican accent on “Debonair Time Traveler”, and the list goes on. It seems as though each track has some new gimmick to offer, and I use the word ‘gimmick’ in the most complementary way possible. Unfortunately, in my opinion the two weakest tracks open the album, but after these the quality jumps up to sublime-level and stays there for the rest of the time.
I always try to include some criticism in my reviews, because what’s life without criticism? In this case, I am having unusual difficulty in finding flaws. About the only comment I can make is the perhaps the compression on the drums does become a tiny bit tiresome, but I’ve definitely heard a lot worse in 21st century music. The debut will, I think always be slightly preferable to me, but this is simply because my personal music tastes are more biased towards 90s industrial rock.
Steroid’s new offering is a shockingly good album. Relentless, noisy and heavy, with enough melody and variation to please any listener. I count it as one of the greatest releases of recent years, and definitely think it deserves more widespread recognition."

ALBUM REVIEW: STEROID – SCROTOX ULCER- Jonathon Watkiss

Last year I reviewed 'Cloning for a Better Tomorrow', an album by Tony Byker. I said lots of nice words about that album. Here on 'Scrotox Ulcer' Tony is joined by fellow Byker Kev under the moniker STEROID. For those of you who are not gemmed up on essential underground and alternative bands of decades past, these two fellows hail from a band I was rather fond of myself, Gaye Bykers On Acid, and I still fairly regularly give them a spin, but I digress.

The second STEROID release, 'Scrotox Ulcer' is a blast, a big and brash blast at that. It is hefty, beefy, squelchy, metallic, and also fun (if you like your fun with barbs and razors). The whole album is laced with spoken word snippets and sound bites, which hail back to the sample addicted era of Pop Will Eat Itself and also Ministry circa 'The Mind is a Terrible Thing to Taste'. These lend the album a dramatic feel, like a disaster movie unfolding. Musically, we are talking big brassy balls here, up front, high tempo, high energy, loud and proud. Decades are frolicked with, 90s acid squelch jostling with noughties dubstep, wrestling with the up to date spin on synth wave all while industrial metal guitars lurch in the wings ready to clobber you one. The whole thing is damned catchy and infectious, while pushing the sonics to sizzling, almost too hot to touch, saturation. At times tracks edge even towards digital hardcore territories. As mentioned already, the tempo is high throughout, but not at all repetitive, as they vary from mutant trip hop beats, breaks, four to the floor, dub and even a hint of ragga, this serves to keep the listener on their toes and entirely engaged. Vocally, the variety is there too, delivered in rapid fire shouty burst, layered anthemic melodies, with interesting vocal effects scattered throughout.

During most album reviews, I will single out certain tracks as highlights or deviations. I am struggling here, for good reasons, as I thoroughly enjoy this wicked and wonky ride of an album. It is though well worth me having a try, as some of the track titles will help convey what my words cannot. 'Debonair Time Travellers' is particularly likeable, with its squelchy bass, off kilter rhythms and swaggering vocal. 'K-Hole' is a different beast, relying on a more obvious but no less enjoyable groove, laden with arpeggios, bleeps and squelches. 'Memoirs of a Murderer' is frantic, manic and perhaps satanic with 'Block Chgain' perhaps being the noisiest track amongst these ten on offer. Oh, and all of the others, they're good too. Seriously, if any of the words, references and comparisons made here sound like any of the music you enjoy, then please do consider this album, it is damn fine.

Sean Keating writes
Currently listening to this on constant rotation , sheer brilliance.
Like if William s Burroughs applied his cut up system to industrial noise and acid techno by inviting Genisis P.Orridge Timothy Leary Salvadore Dali Alien sex Fiend and Gaye Bykers to a jam party . Tony Byker then pulls a 303 out of his bag ,passes round some high grade acid and starts ripping out the guts of his guitar and the rest of the group starts to chop out a soundscape whilst fucked up on Ket.
An utter psychedelic noisecore techno head smasher of an album .
Play it loud , play it in the confines of your darkest room hugging your knees naked crying rocking back an forth if it sends you on a bad trip, play it in the sun.
But do experiment with Steroid and exercise your ears and brain .


Rich Deakin writes...
STEROID
SCROTOX ULCER
(PFX)
2nd album in 25 years from this techno
thrash industrial off-shoot
8/10
With ongoing "Will they? Won't they?" speculation concerning a
further Gaye Bykers On Acid reunion, guitarist Tony and drummer Kev have
reprised their post-Bykers collaboration Steroid. `Scrotox Ulcer' is even
more uncompromising than Steroid's 1993 debut 'Jism Harvester'. Most
of the tracks are hardcore industrial techno behemoths. Musically, it's
closer to the current incarnation of Pop Will Eat Itself than the Bykers,
but there are similarities to some of Tony Byker's recent solo material.
Unsurprisingly, amid the lyrics and numerous samples the likes of big
business corporations, weapons and food manufacturers all come under critical
scrutiny from the two Bykers. As other hot topics of the day, such as
ketamine use on `K-Hole' and the celebrity inexorable rise of the cult of celebrity
on 'Stockholm Syndrome', Banging !
Rich Deakin

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released March 21, 2018

Thanks to Mr. Tom Stanley for some extra Fuzziness and Chuggs
And of course to Mr. Simon Tripcony for his excellent artwork.

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Steroid is the fusion of Tony Byker & Kev Byker (Gaye Bykers On Acid) A journey to the dark side.

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