Willie McRae... as "Bill" in DSV

DSV is a band who played between 1996 and 2000.

Bass: Marty
Guitar: Jamie
Drums: Bill

Sometimes, when my arm was broken, I sang lead vox while my brother Rob slammed the drums.
We put out nine songs, recorded by the legendary John Spurr.



Beer



Huge riff in this one.
Big group vox.
What's not to like?
A crowd favourite.

I love you baby,
I love you beer,
I wanna get closer,
To that carton of beer.
I love you baby,
I love your gear,
You look much better,
When I've drunk beer.
I love you baby,
I love your beard,
Buy us a bourbon,
And a carton of beer.

Drown The Fish



I really like the bass sound at the start of this one.
I remember Marty playing it in our jamming room, and Jamie bringing in the riff.
And a big guitar solo.
The lyrics are all Marty on this one I think.
Good stuff.
A bit Dylan-esque.


Steal the thief,
Fuck the whore,
Burn the pyro,
Piss on the incontinent,
Eat the fat,
Rape the rapist,
Race the racist,
Throw up on the bulemic,
Stretch the short,
Blacken the white,
Flash the flasher,
Stiffen the floppy,
Sweeten the sour,
Cure the doctor,
Hump the whale,
Defecate on the constipated,
Drown the fish. Drown the fish.

Fees



This is one of the first original songs I remember us writing.
The first of a few with strong lyrical themes about the government at the time.
This one features Marty on lead vox as well as bass.

So it's time to go to uni,
And get a degree,
Cause we don't want to be,
Shit-kickers for the rest of our lives,
But the Howard government,
Is going to change all of these things,
Gonna make us pay upfront fees,
The fucking cock-sucking bloddy wanker.
Fucking wanker.
He's a fucking wanker.
What a wanker.

Notion



This one moves from E to A sharp.
I think I was channeling a bit of Zach De La Rocha for the vocal delivery.

I got a notion it's about to blow,
Fuck the government,
And let it show,
Filthy liberal pigs, they are in power,
And it's the poor that they will devour.
I got a notion and it ain't gonna go,
I know they're lying, hell that ain't much to know,
Funding for aged health care is being cut,
But do the politicians really give a fuck?
I've got a notion, coming right now.
(And when it's hot, wear suntan lotion)

Icy Pole



This is the first song I can remember writing lyrics to, where I didn't also write the music.
I was not a confident vocalist, but I gave it my best shot.
I asked for a prompt, what's the name of this track?
The answer was "Icy Pole".
This song was a crowd favourite at gigs.
I sang while playing drums.
I love the distorted Big Muff bass sound and the guitar solo.

I went to the shop and I bought an icy pole,
Because you said, that I was not hard,
And so now your orifice contains an icy block,
Serves you right for paying out my cock.
Icy pole, icy pole, icy pole.
So now you've got an icy pole stuck in you,
I know it's not a nice thing for me to do,
But I'm gonna put an icy pole down my own pants,
Yes I'm gonna stick an icy pole up my arse.


Hitler



This one features Marty on vocals.
I love the attitude of this track.
Another strong Big Muff bassline.
Another cool guitar solo, this time with some delicious wah-wah.
A good amount of snare-on-one from me.

Sheepish people, they're fucked, fucked in the head,
They don't use their brains, hang in gangs, wear Nike shit,
Take part in fads, transmit crabs, eat McDonalds or Hungry Jacks,
Help those who want more power, like neo-nazi flowers.
Hitler.
Sheepish people, they're fucked, fucked in the head,
They don't use their brains, hang in gangs, wear Nike shit,
Take part in fads, transmit crabs, eat McDonalds or Hungry Jacks,
Help those who want more power, like neo-nazi flowers.


Blunt



This one has us all on vocals.

(I know something that smells like fish),
No matter what they say,
Despite all the spurious allegations,
We all like to drink,
We all like to smoke,
And we all live to shower.
Blunt. Blunt. Blunt. Blunt.
(I know something that smells like fish),
No matter what you do,
I don't care what you say,
We're gonna break into your heart,
Steal all of your love juices,
And take a damn good look at your...
Blunt. Blunt. Blunt. Blunt.
(You can't say that.)


Red Cordial



The guitar solo in this one reminds me of Primus.

Cordial,
Red,
Hyper,
Dick/shit head.

Vegemite



This was one of the last ones we wrote, I think.
I did write a rap which I performed live, but it has been lost to the sands of time.