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This mini album is a send up of certain British establishment public (in the British way meaning private) schools, and the psychopaths they churn out to run the country. A few years at a school that charges fees not inferior to the average person's annual wage, where people systematically bullied and sexually absued by both staff and each other, is then followed by a stint at Oxford or Cambridge where PPE (Politics, Philosophy and Economics) is studied, a completely and utterly useless degree that has no practical applications except as a gateway into politics if you have the righty breeding and connections. This makes sure that our politicians are made of the right stuff, that they have the right balance of venality, spite, vindictiveness, malice, chicanery and animal cunning. This is why our political system will never be run by the people for the people, and why the same detestable crew of extended families have been running Britain since 1066. The eponymous Venereal Pustule is a particulary odious character, a violent, vulgar and sexually depraved sadist who hides behind a mask of prim and proper piety, but this doesn't come out of nowhere. Her ethos, or lack of one, is a direct result of being unable to stand up to her bullies by normal means and having to resort to more psychopathic modes of behaviour. This double life makes her ideal for a career in politics, and of course in the end she walks away from justice in spite of the absolute certainty of her guilt and the dastardly nature of her cowardly crimes, as these people all too often do.
In terms of sound and music, the album attempts to employ new depths of sonic and lyrical vulgarity. Even the name of the eponymous character, Venereal Pustule, was chosen to make people feel a little bit sick in their throat when they hear it. The guitar sounds were created by playing both the bass and guitar, a P-Bass and Schecter Devil, through a Gojira Octaver and a Boss Metalzone, which distort and mangle the fuck out of the sound. The drums were created in FL studio and then saturated with the Head Crusher plugin by Audio Assault. Nothing special was done to the drums. Usually I would create each drum separately so they can be mixed, but in this case I just made 2-track stereo drum sequences and did nothing much to them other than make them louder or quieter (maybe a slight low mid-scoop). The idea was to try to get a sound more brutal and evil even the early 1990's Black Metal, although I'm not sure if that's possible without doing something that doesn't even qualify as being music. Whether I succeeded in that goal or not, it's certainly an evil sound to represent an evil character.
In the end, is she a succubus who has done deals with demons for power, or is she extremely dangerously mentally ill? I've left that up to the listnener to decide. Either way, she shouldn't be allowed out.
Venereal Pustule
Her fingers entwine around the knot of her tie
Her ruby lips part in a sensual sigh
Her starched white collar so stiff and tight
She's a creature of night, and you're gonna die!
She's so proper and prim, you'd never guess
That she'll make of your lust an intractible mess
No safe words, no sanctury, a ravenous bite
She's a creature of night, a demonic princess
She'll milk you dry
She'll bleed you white
Her fingers entwine around the knot of her tie
Her ruby lips part in a sensual sigh
Her starched white collar so stiff and tight
She's a creature of night, say your prayers!
She's the woman of dreams you never knew you had
She'll milk you dry
She'll bleed you white
Better say your prayers...
Time to get up!
Into the collar, stiff and tight
Into the tie, all knotted up right
Blazer all buttoned, image upheld
The classroom swot, her grades excel
The usual school bullies await by the gate
To fuck her up and burst her face
Just wait till the day she sets them straight
They won't know what hit them till far too late
Humiliation her natural state
Losing face her gruelling fate
but when she lies in bed at night
Her psychopathic dreams take flight
Little Miss Goody two-shoes by day
But one fine night she'll make them pay
Her sexual fantasties sadistic and vile
A hand to her lips, on her face a smile
First she'll dox them!
Then she'll stalk them!
Then she'll fuck them!
Then she'll kill them!
Adrenaline surges through her veins
Her reason is gone, her rage remains
with knocking knees and pounding heart
The fight she's just about to start
Her bully's too fast, too strong, too tough
She lies supine and screams enough!
Beaten, bruised, battered, black and blue
Burst lip, black eye, and tie askew
Humiliation is her companion
Along with thwarted rage
Lilith: Naamah: Jahl: Asmodeus:
Grant me the power to destroy my enemies!
Lilith: Naamah: Jahl: Asmodeus:
Grant me the power to destroy my enemies!
Lilith: Naamah: Jahl: Asmodeus:
Grant me the power to destroy my enemies!
Spilt them and smash them and hurt them and tear them
Humiliate, intimidate and dominate and scare them
Lilith: Naamah: Jahl: Asmodeus:
We answer the call!
The magic demands a sacrifice
A release of sexual energy
The people who taunted and made her cry
Will laugh no more when she makes them die
She'll chase them down till they're out of breath
She'll get the last laugh when she loves them to death.
Shuffling past the bully,
Head down, eyes on the floor,
Chin pressing down on the knot of her tie
She's grabbed by the head and shoved through the door.
Helpless and submissive, she offers no fight
The bully's smirk boring into her soul
Kicks and punches, dragged by the hair,
Her head flushed down the toilet bowl.
Lying on the floor, hair soaking wet,
Bloody nose and messed up tie,
Smirks and laughter from above
Beaten and battered, she starts to cry.
That's when something switches inside
From her blazer pocket she pulls the knife
All throbby and wet, Asmodeus' bride
She'll end this despicable bully's life.
Back to the class, hell bent on revenge
More shitty bullies will have to die.
But not till she's sorted the why and how
She washes her face and fixes her tie
She's back to miss proper and prim for now.
Her feet click over the parquet floor
She checks her reflection in the glass door
She smooths her collar and adjusts her tie,
The lesson is Nitrogen dioxide.
Electric sparks in a glass container
The air inside turns noxious brown
As she thinks this lesson couldn't be lamer
The teacher's slip melts through her frown.
Dissolving this odious gas in water
Results in formation of Nitric Acid
By letting slip the use case of dynamite
Stupid teacher just helped with her bloodwite
She runs to the library and hits the books
Her raucous cackling elicits some looks
The chemical reactions are simple enough
She'll be careful not to blow herself up.
Absorb the mix in kieselguhr
And it's stable enough to carry around...
More police arrive, she takes it cooly.
They still haven't found the missing bully.
Her feet click over the parquet floor
She checks her reflection in the glass door
She smooths her collar and adjusts her tie,
Today she'll be teaching them how to die.
She lights the fuses, and starts to run
There's no point in revenge if it digs your own grave
She hides in the copse to the North of the yards
And watches the school blown into shards.
Driven to the police station cuffed and stuffed
Crooked tie, rumpled uniform and sweat smudged makeup
Stench of stale coffee and fags and sin
And an angry policewoman who boots her in.
Stood in the dock in her crisp uniform
As the prosecutor does his best to destroy her
She ducks and weaves as his questions lead
And her father has bought her a high priced lawyer
She looks like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth
and the jury of her peers all seem to agree
A unanimous verdict from one and all
An imperative for the court to set her free
Judge:
It is plain to me that you have deliberately sought
to attack society with violence and aggression.
However, it is not my duty to ascertain your guilt
or innocence but that of a jury of your peers,
who have seen fit to allow you back into society
to wreak yet more havoc.
You are therefore free to go.
Languishing in the secure ward
Incommunicado with Asmodeus
As we enter the phase of the waxing Moon
She must obtain a talisman
When Dr Lantham does his rounds
and psychobabble he expounds
Before a breakout she can try
She needs the sacred collar and tie...
...for the invokation of Asmodeus
Dr Lantham:
Why on Earth do you want a tie?
Venereal Pustule:
It's so that you can verify
Like Samson when he grows his hair
My power will wax beyond compare
And if I'm wrong and you are right
You'll prove to me I'm talking shite
Delusions will all come undone
And I'll have lost and you'll have won.
Dr Lantham:
I'll get you a blouse that's stiff and tight
All nicely starched and gleaming white.
And a regiment tie that's sleek and striped
We'll prove that this is empty hype.
The collar buttoned and tie pulled tight
hot, wet throbbing fills the night
And consecrates with passion furious
The invokation of Asmodeus
Smiling sweetly, prim and proper
Like her mouth would not melt butter
Sinking lithely to her knees
Controlling Lantham is a breeze.
"This is blackmail", Lantham cries
taken completely by surprise
He can either set her free, or try
to explain the gloop all down her tie.
Free to go, the papers signed
but warned she's off her fucking nut
She leaves with antipsychotic drugs,
In a stiff, high collar and Windsor knot.
Vicious, tweed-clad, snobby and cruel
And rather famous by all accounts
For getting away with blowing up her school
And the trashing of fancy restaurants
She rules the halls with a rod of iron
The other girls pass her with eyes downcast
The guys all watch her with lustful eyes
Just begging to be sexed into blackmail gasts
Prim and proper wearing her talisman
of stiff white collar and tight necktie
her carotids throb against the starch
That keeps her in touch with asmodeus
The tie-knot channels the demon's power
And she's invulnerable in its glow
But what if someone wonders why
She never doesn't wear a tie?
Could it be, as Samson found
Some cunning bitch or gallus guy
Could guess the secret of her power
And separate her from her tie?
Before Asmodeus had her back
She was the milksop of the school
If she was cut back down to size
She'd end up looking quite the fool
Like all respect that's based on fear
She knows that shown to her isn't sincere
The girls all plot behind her back
They'd love to beat her blue and black
The guys would think it quite the wheeze
To force a performance on her knees
The secret must be guarded tight
No one can learn her sacred rite
On doing some googling on the school
Now dynamited into shards
One enterprising girl could find
That Doctor Lantham wouldn't mind
Breaking a patient confidence
If that revealed the quintessence
Of the connection to Asmodeus
The source of Pustule's throbbing power
Armed with a first in PPE
The well known establishment grifter's degree
She tries city trading in commodities
Where she's remarkable in mediocrity
Then she thinks of the Talisman's role
As she starts to climb the greasy pole
A sexual sadist in her prime
Political chicanery is where she'll shine
She'll fuck her way up to the very top
But take photos drinking working class slop
And with cigarettes hanging from her lips
She'll keep the ordinaries in her grips
She'll take the bribes from billionaires
She'll never stop her sordid affairs
She'll wear the talisman with pride
And keep Asmodeus on her side
Just one question still remains
As she tabulates her political gains
And sets out to ride the media storm
Should she join the Tories or Reform?
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