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Blatant Propoganda (1999)

Review Source: Blatant Propoganda issue #3

Artist: things outside the skin
Release: God in a Box
Label: Facility Records

Things Outside the Skin (T.O.T.S.) “God in a Box” TOTS are from Chicago and continue the tradition of raw-hide robotic yet somehow funky industrial electro as developed by such outfits as The Revolting Cocks. Comparisons can also be made with the Beastie Boys, Babyland, Mr. Bungle, Klute and even Skinny Puppy ala “Vivisect VI” at times too. The music consists of often pounding sometimes slow and hypnotic electro percussion with eerie keyboards, samples, and pitch-shift effected vocals that often sound a little like the Cookie Monster (but not in a death metal way), more a well-done humorous manner. One reason why I like TOTS is because they have a sense of humour and thereby stand out from the rest of the American crowd of ‘serious’ goth-electro that’s the dogma these days. I particularly dig the cover jacket and cheeky liner notes outlining the ‘God in a Box’ theme which comes from the same school of humour as much of EYE-e.l.f.-Blatant Propaganda’s: – poking fun at consumerism as well as the gullibility and downright horrific stupidity of people in general. As the enlightening liner notes reveal, by owning “God in a Box” you can commit any sin you wish, and be absolved by owning this ticket to heaven and enacting the special TOTS ritual herein described. I’m not revealing what it is – buy the CD! Furthermore, if you do something really BAD, you can purchase the optional plug-in from TOTS called “Blame Others ver4.3”. That is, create scapegoats. Worth it just for the witty liner notes, but hey, the music is very well-produced and silly-funky too! I’m sure it won’t be long before you hear about TOTS in the news as responsible for several US high-school massacres due to the track “They’re exactly alike”… it really is a recipe for going nuts. But, don’t worry, owning the CD will absolve YOU from any mass-murders you may commit from listening to it. 16 tracks over 60 minutes.

Black Monday (1999)

source: Black Monday

Artist: things outside the skin
Release: God in a Box
Label: Facility Records

The music is the modern musical equivalent of the early hammer horror schlock out of Hollywood. At once it is
intriguing and full-of-crap. God in a Box slaps the ‘industry’ in the face, laughs, and slaps again. Blips, ticks, buzzing, drumming, calamity, fear…

-larry dean miles

Black Channel (1999)

source: Black Channel (radio, Germany, paraphrased)

Artist: things outside the skin
Release: God in a Box
Label: Facility Records

I would describe t.o.t.s. or things outside the skin as electro/experimental /industrial/thrash. They have real innovative and unconventional song structures that have immense power. Fail Safe (track 10) is hard, very dark and its electronic sounds are powerful. Good stuff. I like them a lot… these things outside the skin.

-Black Channel

Eve of Separation

Eve of Separation

Wait . . . behold manipulate.
Behind every color there’s a hue of hate
Every black, every white, every yellow colored seed
Every type of shade of shit: Always driven by greed.
Every open mouth I see a sea of shit dropping out
Lead with a reason, then the reason keeps dropping out.
Replaced with green, all the money covers well
Your own cankerous stench, you never seem to smell.

Kill for the money, kill for the money… Kill
Kill for the money, yes indeed, it’s fun time

Politically correct can strip my clothes and suck my dick
If I were a woman and not a man
You’d strip my clothes and lick my clit
Profit at the expense of others and a stench you never smell
In the rancid crotch of lovers fucking seems to profit well
When the meat’s gone bad: get your money = gender = need
Equal Rights don’t mean shit when what they care about is greed.
I can preach that you’re worthless one hundred different ways
But read my green, it’s down: you’ll continue in your daze

Kill for the money, kill for the money… Kill
Kill for the money, yes indeed, it’s fun time

Order of appearance does not dictate importance of being;
Fuck you: nigger Fuck you: whitey Fuck you: kike
Fuck you: woman Fuck you: gook Fuck you: faggot
Fuck you: slope Fuck you: dyke Fuck you: whop
Fuck you: man Fuck you: nip Fuck you :spic
Fuck you: -insert here-
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all races, genders, and sexes welcome.

–Chvad SB

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