…what they really think.

Isn’t that right Tony?

Spent a couple of hours making this. The dubbing’s pretty shit but fuck it.

Been saying this for a while, but Daddy Bear is coming.

Inspired by the low-budget “Goldfrapp on a council estate” Schmoof that we saw the other day, Henry and I are writing our first song - “Electro-sex”. The Mighty Boosh meets Electric Six meets dodgy 80’s power ballads all wrapped up in a gooey ball of electro funk. Expect strange lyrics (me) and electro synth shizzle (Henry). Rich is joining us but he doesn’t know it yet.

This is the kind of standard we are aiming for. We can but dream.

I decided a while back to change this blog from a vaguely neurotic series of post-mortems for piss ups to more of a content driven feel. My work may be pretty shit, but it’s slightly more interesting than the life of a stranger.

So I’ll start this entry by immediately contradicting myself.

I’ve been working pretty hard over the last few weeks, and have decided to take on a load of freelance work. I received offers from six or seven companies in London, and am starting on a few projects this week - it’s easy money and lack of contact with clients reduces the hassle factor. Work is also piling in at Techdesigns since I redesigned it the other day.

Going to a few gigs this month - Get Cape, Mystery Jets and a John Peel night in Truro. Never was much of a fan of the guy if I’m honest, granted he helped a few bands, but he also played a lot of experimental shite. However, if it’s an excuse to put on a load of half decent bands then it can’t be bad.

I don’t know if it’ll ever see the light of day, but I’ve finally come up with an idea for a collection of short stories. Hopefully I’ll write a bit more frequently now. I may publish some on here if anything I produce is of any worth.

For the want of Jerry Springer final thought, I’ll leave you with this. However shite a band may be, occasionally they might come up with something beautiful. Snow Patrol and Martha Wainwright borrow heavily from Sigur Rós.