Gang Of Clowns vs. Mad Stamper

Just conjured up this on Fruit Loop 3. It's a compot of samples from 'The Blue Planet', an episode which features a rather cheeky floating crab. I've arranged them thus:

This is a song that I made a few years ago. It's about Face Cake. You will notice that there is no "Gang Of Clowns" moniker here, this song was composed under the semi-serious solo project entitled "Everything Is Changing". Please have a listen.

Just made this evening with Ben, we call it '16th Century Mock Tudor Single Mother Dilema':

here's one I started yesterday and only had the balls to finish off today. It's called 'Charles':

Made this pearler yesterday inbetwixt watching of cricket on my tele box. I wish to share it with the blog community, which is why I post:

Started yesterday and polished off today, this is a crab trying to pinch with it's mandibles. You know how they get. I call it 'Pincer'.

When I first heard of The Limey, I imagined a man who owned a lime grove who drives around in a Citroen 2CV fighting crime with lime and delivering citrus justice (citrustice) to the inhabitants of his village in Buckinghamshire. If you will, for a minute, hold this horrific idea in mind you can imagine how clammy my palms became at the prospect of listening to a song about a crime fighting lime grower.

Upon visitation of the slice of cyber space wherein the song sits (here) I happened upon a description of the track. I read through it, but it made no sense to me whatsoever. Something about Terrence and Billy Batts. I chose to ignore this as if it were one of those people what hangs about in public with a clipboard and a vest with some charity logo adorned upon it. I pretend to be on the phone when these people are out and about. Once this woman had the gall to stop me while I was pretending to talk on the phone and started with her spiel about what charity she was working on behalf of. I cut her off mid sentence with a curt "Can't you see that I'm pretending to have a phone conversation?" and then walked off.

The song itself starts off with a churning grumble that attempts to pass itself off as a bassline. At first it sounds rather messy and incoherent, like Michael Barrymore; but just as you're getting into the groove a cockerney voice pipes up with some words about something or other. "How you doing then? Alright are ya?". Well I honestly thought that someone from Eastenders was attempting to start a conversation with me. "Yeah, I'm ok" I reply, "I'm just listening to thi...", then I realised it was the dulcet tones of Dr. Terrence Stamp. Feeling rather foolish, I pressed on with the rest of the song, confident that my embarrassment would dissipate like a turd in a toilet cistern.

After a brief vocal interlude, a splash of silence sets you up for the pounding drums, replete with a brand new bassline over the original grizzler. Stamp goes on about some more violent behaviour, some rubbish about snapping a neck. The monologue really does draw you in to his world, and the pacing is perfect, timed beautifully to the musical bursts.

And just as soon as it began, it's over. Terrence Stamp is like a floatilla in a wide ocean.

This I call Sausage Boy. It is heavily influenced by the concept of Frankfurter vs. Richmond.