A few photos from last Friday, our last day in the studio.
For some reason every photo was a close up of our hungover and weathered heads. I’m not sure what was going on with our camera phones that day… so not much of an insight really. Sorry. However, there was one massively gay group shot… who would have thought that only eight hours before we were all rolling around on the floor having a band fight.
Anyway,
We’ve now finished recording and mixing the Album! It’s a whole lot different from the EP’s we’ve released this year. I want you all to hear it now!
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]
A few shots from the recent exhibition of pain[and other]tings by Lupen Crook and The Mrs at the Nucleus Gallery in Chatham, which opened on Friday 21st August and ran until Friday 28th:
The Nucleus Gallery’s trippy ambience (particularly the shiny floor and mixed light levels) pushed my meagre photographic skills to their limit, but hopefully this gives you a flavour of how the exhibition looked.
It certainly made an impact on visitors. On the couple of days that I was there, everyone who entered the gallery passed comment, favourably or otherwise. “Marvellous” was one; “base, ugly surrealism” another.
I’m not trying to depict every single exhibit in this Flickr set. Plenty of Mr Crook’s paintings are visible via this website’s archives. The Mrs has a MySpace profile for now and will have a website shortly.
The slideshow above is just a taster. You can see larger versions of the pictures, either as a full-screen slideshow or on a shot-by-shot basis, by going to the set page on Flickr (choose “Slideshow” or “Detail”).
Artists are now responsible for their own marketing, says Andrew Keen. Every band needs a brand. Crook considered this proposition. Emboldened by miscellaneous wines, other peripheral measures of alcohol and the company of f(r)iends, he concluded that a literal approach was required. Under the untimely lunacy of an afternoon moon, he took a hot rod from the fire and made his mark.
The wound was sterilised with Chekov vodka, the mind calmed with a blast or two on the trusty nicotine inhaler. Days passed and the body set about its task of repairing the cauterised flesh and scabby skin. Another letter now sits on the document of the body: a C reversed, a worm straining to eat its own tail. Maybe a hungry, punning bird will fly onto his shoulder: a rook come to see.
Because we are bitter and twisted. Finally after hours of interogation via immigration our lost and found murderbird has managed to make his way to the english shores, and whislt here, we have done what has needed to be done, and now, until next time , here he is, in all his fuck and fight glory . . . we love you mother fucker . . . x . . . ROCK.
amidst MANY trains back and forth, newspapers, sneezes, coffees and clicks here is a little moment of magic from the studio where final touches are being put to the album.
i think its a track called dorothy deserves they are working on, anyway LOADs more to come when the mood takes me and the illness leaves me.
for those in the area, remember to come down to The Eagle Tavern in rochester this eve for more musical meanderings and magical merch,
