After the Nine Miles High split Gaz continued experimenting with rock music playing around with instrumentals, unusual time signatures, complex form and discordant harmony. The Last Angst, which became the band’s flagship song, made controversial comments on religion & science – a recurring theme in Gaz’ work. There was still space for a silly pop song in 'Scunner' though. It was Gaz' first project as the main guitar player and made a statement about his attitude to commercialism in music as he weaved together idea after idea, riff after riff. Listeners at live shows often commented that the music took them on a journey of images and colours.
Tabasco Fiasco were Gaz Clinton, Jed Potts & Neil Warrack. Hot Sauce! EP was the first studio recording, recorded live in the studio circa 2007 @ Craighouse Campus.
released 05 May 2007
All songs & lyrics written by Gaz Clinton. Guitar & Vocals: Gaz Clinton. Guitar: Jed Potts. Drums: Neil Warrack. Recorded by Pauric Logue. Mixed & produced by Gaz Clinton Pauric Logue.
Boy racer take a look
Your car's a state
And so's your face
Lowered, bodykit, UV lights
And a big exhaust
But what's the cost?
To your head that goes through the windscreen.
And your legs that break, under the steering.
Boy Racer your car is so low
It gets a scratch and dent
From the speed indents
Get your spoiler
Don't tell the insurance
Put it in a wall (Aw ma breaks failed)
DID THEY FUCK!
Hold still as we check your breaks
As you Rat Race on the Cowgate
Your killing all the kids, playing in the street
You're building up your enemies, people like me
And fuck the police, and fuck you too
Do you really know your enemy?
With all your inconsistencies
You couldn't push the boundaries
Track Name: Scunner
Ken this yer a crabbit get
So ye are grumpy, curt, disagreeable
Get oot ma face ya wee scunner
Ya object of dislike and nuisance
I’m guttered fu pissed gassed
Minced, wrecked, mingin’, blitzed, blazin’, hingin’
Yer aff yer heed, ya eegit
That’s no a real dug
He stood there whey a glakit
Look on his stupid senseless silly face
I can’t believe I made song inspired by
Placemats at Chub C’s in the Glen
Track Name: The Last Angst
Still so many have not found inner peace
They Vandalise our houses as we sleep
Slash Slash! More blood drips in vane
As it spirals out of fair play
Do onto others as you would to yourself
Science has better answers to the universe
Rip up our roads, undermine our ideals
Smut and filth, suicide bombings
Freedom and rights and political correctness have gone mad.
Logical and numb, illogical and getting number
One is God to one, and one is God to another.
And so on I predict until we squander our existence
All of which are religious products