This Wednesday the band will be releasing a FREE, download-only, five-track EP entitled Great Fears & Curious Predictions. Here’s a live preview of one of its tracks, performed solo at the Rochester Sweeps Festival earlier this year.
The download will only be available via this site. Check back here at 09:09 on Wednesday 09/09/09…
This painting hangs in Poco Loco, a Medway Tapas Bar / Venue that, in the past, we’ve used to host our nights of Non League Extreme. Using all I had to hand, it depicts a view of Chathams Old Road, from a first story window I have grown used to gazing out of. You can see The Gun Shop. and to the right hand side there is Pulse, better known as The Folio Club, which was one of Medways most infamous underground clubs in its day. Before its closure, it was owned by those people who now run Poco Loco, the place that this painting now calls home. The circle is complete.
a much delayed but no less valued peek at the events of this summer just gone including recording at ranscombe studios, gig at the barfly, a dash of breaking and entering and some good old fashioned chaos.
hope it brings a smile to some lips x
[sorry to subscribers who got a couple of dud e-mails about this post yesterday, slight technical hitch, all fixed now]
Since the timely demise of The Unawarehouse, paintings lay scattered, pricelessly tagged and hung from wire nooses, otherwise lent sideways against crawling walls, the perfect backdrop for your second helping of front room rock ‘n’ roll . . . enjoy or die trying my fuck monkeys x
Mixed Media on Canvas.
Again, apologies for having to cancel our UK tour. Here’s whats on offer instead . . . me playing and plucking and thinking myself silly in the front room. I’ll be playing various ideas and new songs and posting them up throughout the course of this month.
I sit with borrowed laptop half cocked upon my thighs, wondering whether good light will ever shine down upon this picture we’ve been painting. So the psychic says, the tallest order of this day is to follow the feeling, accept the curious cramps that come with such cancellations, let these butterflies panick, and, withstanding on two blue knees just low enough to notice a reflection, though it appears to be getting weaker with each day, continue to steal myself back, because everything is going to be OK . . . .
This Is now a period of rehabilitation. Worn down to madness. No management. Just anger. Bloody methods. Fucking curses. This is not a voice over. This is meant to be. In the end. I look forward to seeing you all around the bend . . . . please see attached . . .
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