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about

[Recorded 1998]
After the dark, boomy, lo-fi party of ill discipline that was the first F8 recordings, "A Date With F8" (in 1997), the next chapter of songs took a step up both in the recording quality and the non-improvised planning, production and execution of tracks.

Early 1998 Hennie LeGrange of Way Cool Records commissioned three F8 tracks for the Way Cool compilation CD (the label releasing local alternative / metal / punk acts like Pothole, Hog Hoggidy Hog and 7th Breed).
But which tracks to pick? There was a stack of works-in-progress to expand.
Hennie found the original recordings of A D8 WITH F8 a little too hard-core, lo-fi and crude for the CD - quite understandably. So he funded the recording of new songs. Approaching friend and veteran engineer Dirk Van Straaten (R.I.P.) to record the songs (at The Music Room Studios in Harrington Street, Cape Town), a total of 7 tracks got squeezed into the allocated recording time (Dirk making some generous allowances to make these first digital F8 recordings happen), the 8th track not needing a recording studio.
Narrowing it down to these cuts were no easy task. The super maniacal grinding speed tracks were weeded out and the ones sounding more like "songs" ended up on the hard drive. With the limited budget, the desired effect to make it sound like Tekno-Grind could not be fulfilled. Still, it's not meant to be either techno or grindcore - so that'll piss a few people off - cool. Time constraints also hampered any additional electronic sample experimentation. This might be seen as a work in progress, but it is an entity unto itself, and like each F8 recording, entering an entirely different phase than what came before. Anything can be added and since it's just one guy, his bass and a drum machine, any additions are open for live renditions...except...six string guitars - acoustic or electric. 

The Music Room sessions became known as "Pronounced: FATE", partially since many morons don't realise numbers still have a phonetic value when pronounced and morphing a letter and number can create an existing word. Besides, "F8" looks much cooler than the 4-letter version (and there are inevitably many bands out there with that name). If nothing else, the F8 logo is one fuckin' sexy piece of work! So if the songs don't turn you on, at least you can drool over the sheer brilliance of the logo design (snicker!)

Retrieving these songs after all these years was not easy. Initially this material was backed up onto DAT tape (a digital tape format from the '90s), and like the CDs it was also stored on, these deteriorated over the years!

Logo and cover design by Paul Blom

credits

released March 1, 1998

All songs written, produced and performed by Paul Blom
Paul Blom (aka Pablo Priest): clean & distorted bass guitar, programming, live drums, lead & backing vocals
Engineered & mixed by Dirk Van Straaten
Executive producer: Hennie LeGrange

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F8 Cape Town, South Africa

in 1997 V.O.D drummer Paul bought a bass guitar while the band was touring Europe (with Katatonia and In The Woods). On returning to South Africa he started creating music on his own terms, with no restrictions. Anything goes. Coining the term Tekno-Grind for this solo project (which only utilizes bass guitars), the initial intention for what it would sound like resulted in an eclectic beast! ... more

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Track Name: These Hands
THESE HANDS
(Music, Lyrics & Vocals by Paul Blom - c 1998)

These hands
These hands

These soft caressing hands

These hands



Beautiful, tender hands 

These hands 

These hands! 

These hands!! 



But these kind instruments 

Can turn to stone

Total detriment 

Remorse dies alone 



Same gentle touch 

To a cheek, a face 

Can prove more than too much 

Split a lip in disgrace



No gender rules

This ship of fools

Is sinking fast

Tied to the mast



These hands

These hard working hands

These creative hands 

These Hands!!



These very same hands 

Sending such sweet sensations

So hard to understand

Can cause bruises, lacerations



Tightened grip 

Cuts off air

Life slips 

Muscles tear



Fading light 

The colour night

Is within you

Profess your love in black & blue



These Hands...
Track Name: Surfin's Tha Word
SURFIN'S THA WORD
(Music, Lyrics & Vocals by Paul Blom - c 1998)

He wants an ocean

He wants sand 

He wants a surfboard 

And 'Sexwax' in his hand 



56K modems 

And surfin’ the Net just won’t do 

He hates the boardroom boredom 

The 1000 buck suits & shoes 



An overnight Yuppie

Inadvertently

There’s just so much money

In advertising, you see

Hey!


He wants the real thing... 
Surf-Surf-Surf-Surf-Surfin’s tha word!

(He wants the real thing, baby...)



But big business life ‘aint so sweet

Sea water pumps through his veins 

He’s smothered by concrete

And the cellphone fries his brain 



Blinded by it all 

The home, the 4x4 

Before you know it you fall

But still you want more 



The artificial waves 

At Boksburg By The Sea

Are just as lame 

As the ones at Sun City 


Hey! 


He wants the real thing...

Surf-Surf-Surf-Surf-Surfin’s tha word! 

(He wants the real thing, baby...)



He wants to crack 

A wake-up call

Another car hi-jacked 


The final straw 


So he gave it up for good 

For a Kombi and a tent 

Who needs food and 

Who needs to pay the rent 



See the babes bounce by 

Sun sets and the waves roll in

Clear blue skies and

The most contented grin


Hey! 


He wants the real thing... 

Surf-Surf-Surf-Surf-Surfin’s tha word!

(He wants the real thing, baby...)
Track Name: Narcoma
NARCOMA
(Music, Lyrics & Vocals by Paul Blom - c 1998)

You’re slipping away 

I want you to stay 

No use to pray 

As all turns grey 



Plugged in unlike before 

This life-giver can push no more

Paradise at a price 

Now you’re stranded on that shore 



No! 

Wake Up! 



Words - They fail me now 

So reckless - Tell me how? 

Just had to have another slice 

Another thrill - Straight to the core 



What am I to do?

This bond so strong so true 

I roll my own loaded dice 

Perhaps I should join you too…
Track Name: Handmade Apocalypse
HANDMADE APOCALYPSE


(Music, Lyrics & Vocals by Paul Blom - c 1998)

It’s the unwritten law of a corrupt century

It’s the underscore of a maligned millennium 



A species of hate and strife 

Disrespecting all life 

Imminent self-destruction

Little boys with deadly toys



It’s the unwritten law of a maligned millennium

It’s the underscore of a corrupt century 



A Handmade Apocalypse 
In our backyards

A Handmade Apocalypse 
In our backyards



It's the underscore of a maligned millennium

It’s the unwritten law of a corrupt century



Disgracing the forefathers

Rape their mothers 


It’s the unwritten law 

It’s the underscore 



A Handmade Apocalypse 
In our backyards

A Handmade Apocalypse 
In our backyards 



It’s the unwritten law of a maligned millennium 

It’s the underscore of a corrupt century


What else is in store?

Track Name: Drone [v1.0]
(currently an instrumental)
Track Name: Disko, in fur? No!
Disko, in fur? No!
(Music, Lyrics & Vocals by Paul Blom - c 1998)

Uh!
Ah, yeah!

Disko. Disko.
Disko, in fur? No!
Disko. Disko.
Disko, in fur? No!
Disko, in fur? No!
Disko, in fur? No!

Disko-Disko-Disko, in fur? No!
Disko-Disko-Disko, in fur? No!
Disko-Disko-Disko, in fur? No!
Disko-Disko-Disko, in fur? No!

Uh!
D-I-S-K-O-I-N-F-U-R-N-O
Oh, no-no!

Ah, yeah!
Disko-in-Disko-in-Disko, in fur? No!
No-No. Soho. Coco. Disko.
Disko-in-Disko-in-Disko, in fur? No!
Disko. Coco. Soho. No-No.

D-I-S-K-O-I-N-F-U-R-N-O
Oh, no-no!
D-I-S-K-O-I-N-F-U-R-N-O
Oh, no-no!

Disko. Disko. Disko. Disko.
Disko. In fur? No!
In fur? No!
In fur? No!

Boogie down-down-down
Boogie-Boogie down-down-down
Boogie down-down-down
In flames!
Boogie down-down-down
Boogie-Boogie down-down-down
Boogie down-down-down
In flames!
Boogie!

Disko, in Fur? No!
Track Name: SexHex
SexHex
(Music, Lyrics & Vocals by Paul Blom - c 1998)
- See English translation below

> Afrikaans Lyrics:

SexHex!

Sy’s my - SexHex
Sy’s my - SexHex

SexHex!

Sy’s my SexHex
Sy betower my
'n Bose mag
Waarna ek smag

Ja! Ja!! Ja!!!

SexHex!
Ja! Ja!! Ja!!!

Sy’t als wat ek wil hê
Of ons nou staan of lê
My SexHex se toordery
Laat my kom - maak my vry!

Ja! Ja!!

Haar bonatuurlike erotiek
Maak morele etters siek
Maar dis net reg vir my
Jy hoort self een te kry

> English Lyrics:

SexWitch x4
She's my – SexWitch

She's my SexWitch
She mesmerizes me
An evil force – for which I crave
Yeah!

SexWitch
Yeah!

She has everything I need
Whether we stand or lie
My SexWitch’s magic
Makes me come – sets me free

Her supernatural erotica
Sickens moral fucks
But that suits me just fine
You ought to get yourself one
Track Name: This Minute
No lyrics - audio of a thunderstorm