Hello Again.
Since yesterday afternoon , when I started rambling nonsense about space and atoms, I have continued to confuse myself to the point where I hope I can now be calm. After attempting to sleep for quite some time last night I was forced to eventually get up, put on a light and sit in an early morning trance.
I get fairly obsessive about a lot of things, loose a lot of sleep and look grizzly for days on end, but these are usually things like recording music, my own personal future, experience and relationships with others. But over the last couple of days increasing thoughts about the size of the universe and such like has pushed my craziness buttons to new extremes. But in the end, out of all of this I think surprisingly what I have come away with is a slight opening towards religion.
I can't get my head around the idea of something being infinite, so lean towards the idea that this universe or cosmos even, I dunno really, having had a start. And I suppose ultimately having an end. But what starts EVERYTHING? If the universe started with the big bang, with a tiny pin sized spec that contained the means and tools to create everything just blowing up and expanding beyond reason, then what made it start. I have read some other theories about how it might have all kicked off, but with every new one I have to keep asking why the first action happened, I feel like a four year old child, constantly repeating myself. Maybe something did intentionally start it all, a creator? But it's nigh on impossible to take in any idea of an overall god when the religions we are fed these days consist of fairy tales and huge amounts of utter nonsense.
I think I may have settled down a bit now, with every thought coming to a dead-end I have to give up, I am never going to have the means to go back billions of years to see the start of it all, to ask questions back then, and in my life time I wont ever be able to travel to the furthest reaches of the universe to see whats going on there. It's a bit of a nuisance, but one we all have to suffer. Human life looks to be a tiny ink dot on the long, long rope of time, so we just have to fire on with it. All we appear to have for certain are our senses, keep them all happy and tingling for as long as we are alive, then maybe we'll get some answers when we croak, or maybe the lights will just go out forever, we will never know. But thankfully the thing that turns me on the most is music, and I get to make it and perform it so I can be a happy little beaver for now.
At least I now have a hobby when I'm not playing music. Part-time geek.
xxx
Wednesday, 21 November 2007
Tuesday, 20 November 2007
Screaming at the stars
Hello.
I have come to the conclusion that science is not good for my mind. Learning any new interesting scientific issue always seems to take me one step closer to madness. But sadly I'm hooked. I am Amy Whinehouse and physics is my crack.
At school I never really gave a shit about it, dropping all subjects as soon as I had the chance, but these days I find myself drawn to every late night documentary with a hint of a geek factor and buy New fucking Scientist magazine most Fridays. I have a thirst, not so much for learning equations and the likes (E=Mc etc etc is as far as I go), but for the ideas and facts. I recently discovered that there is a planet in another solar system that is bigger than Jupiter but due to its mass it could easily float on water. THAT'S FUCKING NUTS. When you think about it, it really boggles.
I often go into these loops of thought about how fucking massive the universe is and daft unmanageable issues like that, compare them to the insignificant shite in every day life, then decide that I am in fact a massive bollock. We may be small, but in context to our lives, the things we go through (imagination, love, death, murder etc) are huge and are really the only things that matter. I'm more than likely never going to get to try and float a planet on an ocean for a giggle, so might as well stick to plain old beer and sexual unfulfilment. I could twat on for days about this shite, but as I say to begin with, I feel it would send me proper mental.
Once again BBC4 has played it's part in my wanderings. Tuesdays nights recently have been comprised of two main TV shows for me, Visions of The Future and The Martians and Us (I think that's what its called anyway). Last night on Visions of The Future there was talk of creating these Nano-bot devices out of a tiny number of atoms, these were little machines that could be injected into our blood streams to target diseases and combat general ill-health, really really small things that could be controlled by man, inside the body, made from the atoms of bacteria and such like. The benefits of these were huge, but as usual there is a massive downside. Something so powerful could easily be used for weapons, super advanced chemical warfare destroying us cell by cell. Or alternatively, like all bactertia, these Nano-bots could multiply until they consumed all living cells on earth. Its a horrible dilemma, advancing the human race, as well as putting us in extreme danger. I guess it's more of a human nature issue, we are right bastards when it comes down to it, and will find destructive qualities in all advances.
The other show is all about the history of British Sci-fi, so I find myself now wandering book shops looking for odd books about Utopian societies on far away planets. Every idea raised confuses and excites me in equal measure, most probably due to my own naivete or lack of knowledge.
X
I have come to the conclusion that science is not good for my mind. Learning any new interesting scientific issue always seems to take me one step closer to madness. But sadly I'm hooked. I am Amy Whinehouse and physics is my crack.
At school I never really gave a shit about it, dropping all subjects as soon as I had the chance, but these days I find myself drawn to every late night documentary with a hint of a geek factor and buy New fucking Scientist magazine most Fridays. I have a thirst, not so much for learning equations and the likes (E=Mc etc etc is as far as I go), but for the ideas and facts. I recently discovered that there is a planet in another solar system that is bigger than Jupiter but due to its mass it could easily float on water. THAT'S FUCKING NUTS. When you think about it, it really boggles.
I often go into these loops of thought about how fucking massive the universe is and daft unmanageable issues like that, compare them to the insignificant shite in every day life, then decide that I am in fact a massive bollock. We may be small, but in context to our lives, the things we go through (imagination, love, death, murder etc) are huge and are really the only things that matter. I'm more than likely never going to get to try and float a planet on an ocean for a giggle, so might as well stick to plain old beer and sexual unfulfilment. I could twat on for days about this shite, but as I say to begin with, I feel it would send me proper mental.
Once again BBC4 has played it's part in my wanderings. Tuesdays nights recently have been comprised of two main TV shows for me, Visions of The Future and The Martians and Us (I think that's what its called anyway). Last night on Visions of The Future there was talk of creating these Nano-bot devices out of a tiny number of atoms, these were little machines that could be injected into our blood streams to target diseases and combat general ill-health, really really small things that could be controlled by man, inside the body, made from the atoms of bacteria and such like. The benefits of these were huge, but as usual there is a massive downside. Something so powerful could easily be used for weapons, super advanced chemical warfare destroying us cell by cell. Or alternatively, like all bactertia, these Nano-bots could multiply until they consumed all living cells on earth. Its a horrible dilemma, advancing the human race, as well as putting us in extreme danger. I guess it's more of a human nature issue, we are right bastards when it comes down to it, and will find destructive qualities in all advances.
The other show is all about the history of British Sci-fi, so I find myself now wandering book shops looking for odd books about Utopian societies on far away planets. Every idea raised confuses and excites me in equal measure, most probably due to my own naivete or lack of knowledge.
X
Monday, 19 November 2007
Bloody bloody....
His lip began to quiver
as he gave in to rage
and spilled a million white cells
across a blackened page
He seen this as the answer
to questions always asked
He'd find perfect couplet
by tearing out his heart
as he gave in to rage
and spilled a million white cells
across a blackened page
He seen this as the answer
to questions always asked
He'd find perfect couplet
by tearing out his heart
Wednesday, 24 October 2007
PONEY RIDEZ!
This past weekend we played our biggest gig ever. Supporting Idlewild at Fat Sam's live in Dundee.
A few weeks ago we supported The Departure in Edinburgh and Dundee. The gigs were super sweet, and the Departure were an amazing live band and all round grand human beings. The day after the Dundee gig, whilst we were still in a mild state of post-orgasmic chill, we received an e-mail asking if we would support Idlewild in Dundee. We promptly said "Awooga, a hell yeeah!". So Saturday came, we recruited one Daniel Quinn from local indie kings Dave? to help us sound-check while Markie worked hard in his hellish day job, then we hit Fat Sam's and did all the technical tomfoolery. Doors were at 7.30pm, we were to go on at 8pm, so from about 6pm we sat upstairs in the venue, quietly drinking and climbing anything that could be climbed and killing the minutes. 8pm came along, we trotted out expecting the early comers and venue staff to be standing in a mostly empty room, we were wrong. The place was darn busy, we played in front of a few hundred people and were happy as Annie!
The rest of the evening was filled with blagging VIP passes, stealing headline acts rider and playing Frisbee on a tanked up Ned street. Glory.
Next up we are off to Glasgow (I hope, once again day jobs are putting the trip under threat), then its back in Dundee again to play at The Doghouse as part of the venues 25 band unsigned extravaganza. Going to be sweet. I'm sure we will go down like a lead balloon in front of an indie happy crowd, but I look forward to the challenge.
I look mighty forward to winter gigging. This time of year always gets me. I feel like some kind of sentimental old woman saying it, but the chill in the air, the red cheeks and fairy lights on dark nights, all that sort of early winter stuff makes me feel strangely romantic. Even the shit stuff, bus journeys home from work, half pissed and feeling sorry for yourself, it all feels slightly more magical against a nippy and dark back drop. As much as I'm sure it is a great time for gathering, I always find it's a time when being sad and lonely has its perks. You feel more justified in being miserable at this time of the year, and its easier to slip under the radar and do what you like when everyone else is getting cosy and festive. And an obvious drink problem can be disguised as "Festive Spirit".
Merry October to all.
A few weeks ago we supported The Departure in Edinburgh and Dundee. The gigs were super sweet, and the Departure were an amazing live band and all round grand human beings. The day after the Dundee gig, whilst we were still in a mild state of post-orgasmic chill, we received an e-mail asking if we would support Idlewild in Dundee. We promptly said "Awooga, a hell yeeah!". So Saturday came, we recruited one Daniel Quinn from local indie kings Dave? to help us sound-check while Markie worked hard in his hellish day job, then we hit Fat Sam's and did all the technical tomfoolery. Doors were at 7.30pm, we were to go on at 8pm, so from about 6pm we sat upstairs in the venue, quietly drinking and climbing anything that could be climbed and killing the minutes. 8pm came along, we trotted out expecting the early comers and venue staff to be standing in a mostly empty room, we were wrong. The place was darn busy, we played in front of a few hundred people and were happy as Annie!
The rest of the evening was filled with blagging VIP passes, stealing headline acts rider and playing Frisbee on a tanked up Ned street. Glory.
Next up we are off to Glasgow (I hope, once again day jobs are putting the trip under threat), then its back in Dundee again to play at The Doghouse as part of the venues 25 band unsigned extravaganza. Going to be sweet. I'm sure we will go down like a lead balloon in front of an indie happy crowd, but I look forward to the challenge.
I look mighty forward to winter gigging. This time of year always gets me. I feel like some kind of sentimental old woman saying it, but the chill in the air, the red cheeks and fairy lights on dark nights, all that sort of early winter stuff makes me feel strangely romantic. Even the shit stuff, bus journeys home from work, half pissed and feeling sorry for yourself, it all feels slightly more magical against a nippy and dark back drop. As much as I'm sure it is a great time for gathering, I always find it's a time when being sad and lonely has its perks. You feel more justified in being miserable at this time of the year, and its easier to slip under the radar and do what you like when everyone else is getting cosy and festive. And an obvious drink problem can be disguised as "Festive Spirit".
Merry October to all.
Saturday, 6 October 2007
Scratching the Surplus
Hello.
After a little delay due to mixing and our own fussiness our new demos are up on our myspace page for all to enjoy, or not enjoy.
So far the feedback we have received has been super swell, we are mega grateful for the support. And we are also very grateful to those who have helped us sell out our allocation of tickets for our gig with The Departure at The Westie this coming Wednesday. It is going to be fantastisch! To say I'm excited would be rather wide of the mark, I think I may explode in my attempts to sleep on Tuesday night.
I'm glad the songs turned out how we wanted them to, loud and a bit sexy, as up until the moment I heard them finished on Thursday I was in quite a little stormer. Reading music press never fails to get me more wound up than badger with a stubbed toe. It began on Wednesday night reading the NME. Having all these twats in shit bands hark on about how different they are really is begining to grate, if you make music that obviously rips someone of, but you do it well, then just hold your hands up, don't claim to be "re-inventing the wheel". Bollocks. Then I read some reviews by Dundee's premier music reviewer. Someone who I never really take exception to, it would be like be offended by a semi-literate child, but reading some of his latest reviews I was shocked at a serious wave of arrogance creeping into his half-arsed scribblings. This is most likely due to many of the bands on the scene taking his approval as some sort of grand badge of honour.
I then picked up a copy of a national music magazine, flicked to the Dundee section, and had a study. Once again the fella writing it has taking a terribly unattractive and snobby stance, once again putting spotlight a certain type of band (friends and family really) and disregarding everything else. This typical of the current set up around the city. You have your alternative indie types, they wont give you a second look if your prime influences ain't obscure and American and if you don't consider yourself to be "post"-somethingorother. This section probably scoff and snigger into their art portfolios at the mention of the other types of indie in the city. Though on the other hand you have the fairly tight knit group who see any experimentation as evil black magic wrong doing. The indie is indie is guitar bland selective.
I love bands from both sides of this divide, but struggle to get along with the attitude of either.
So we have set up our selves in a new category. Bands with no mates who suffer extreme disillusions of grandeur. Hail.
Har tee har.
It's not just the music media which has caused me confusion of late, watching 24 hour news and reading papers I can't help wondering if it's all just one big social experiement to see how we react when prompted to see things from a particular viewpoint. I was half expecting to see a video of some Burmese monks being shot the other day then have the news reader tell me of the great struggle of the militery and their battle against these religious terrorists. Just to fuck with us. Trouble is though, most would probably just agree. Scary stuff.
x
After a little delay due to mixing and our own fussiness our new demos are up on our myspace page for all to enjoy, or not enjoy.
So far the feedback we have received has been super swell, we are mega grateful for the support. And we are also very grateful to those who have helped us sell out our allocation of tickets for our gig with The Departure at The Westie this coming Wednesday. It is going to be fantastisch! To say I'm excited would be rather wide of the mark, I think I may explode in my attempts to sleep on Tuesday night.
I'm glad the songs turned out how we wanted them to, loud and a bit sexy, as up until the moment I heard them finished on Thursday I was in quite a little stormer. Reading music press never fails to get me more wound up than badger with a stubbed toe. It began on Wednesday night reading the NME. Having all these twats in shit bands hark on about how different they are really is begining to grate, if you make music that obviously rips someone of, but you do it well, then just hold your hands up, don't claim to be "re-inventing the wheel". Bollocks. Then I read some reviews by Dundee's premier music reviewer. Someone who I never really take exception to, it would be like be offended by a semi-literate child, but reading some of his latest reviews I was shocked at a serious wave of arrogance creeping into his half-arsed scribblings. This is most likely due to many of the bands on the scene taking his approval as some sort of grand badge of honour.
I then picked up a copy of a national music magazine, flicked to the Dundee section, and had a study. Once again the fella writing it has taking a terribly unattractive and snobby stance, once again putting spotlight a certain type of band (friends and family really) and disregarding everything else. This typical of the current set up around the city. You have your alternative indie types, they wont give you a second look if your prime influences ain't obscure and American and if you don't consider yourself to be "post"-somethingorother. This section probably scoff and snigger into their art portfolios at the mention of the other types of indie in the city. Though on the other hand you have the fairly tight knit group who see any experimentation as evil black magic wrong doing. The indie is indie is guitar bland selective.
I love bands from both sides of this divide, but struggle to get along with the attitude of either.
So we have set up our selves in a new category. Bands with no mates who suffer extreme disillusions of grandeur. Hail.
Har tee har.
It's not just the music media which has caused me confusion of late, watching 24 hour news and reading papers I can't help wondering if it's all just one big social experiement to see how we react when prompted to see things from a particular viewpoint. I was half expecting to see a video of some Burmese monks being shot the other day then have the news reader tell me of the great struggle of the militery and their battle against these religious terrorists. Just to fuck with us. Trouble is though, most would probably just agree. Scary stuff.
x
Wednesday, 26 September 2007
SLIP THE NET THE NET THE NET!
Holla.
We at Descartes have been attempting to record some more demos at our favorite underground bunker, Seagate studio. This is going swimmingly. We have four tracks almost done, and hope to have them nailed by this coming weekend.
We are getting a bit over excited with vocals, adding as many backing vocals as the four of us can do. This slows down recording a bit but we hope it will come out sexy.
In one newie (I Am The Snake!) we have a Capella four way bark-off. Which in theory is going to sound like the Futureheads meets The Horrors, but will perhaps end up sounding really daft. But hey, take a risk. I'm also trying to convince the chaps to put a backwards intro on Ice-Nine, so It sounds as if the song is falling in on its self before it even begins, I think I'll win them over.
I was inspired to throw in as many fucked up ideas as I could after watching a documentary on Factory Records the night before we started. The way that Factory came into being and insisted on remaining totally free of all the shit going on around makes modern day music seem really silly. Even the most anti-establishment of today's bands will probably still have a "PR guy" and be forced to tone down in some way by whoever is releasing their records. That's not to say that today's music scene is the way it is for no reason other than gain. Things change, the Internet and all the other mad technological and social advances (if you can call them that) have changed the way music is recorded, released and listened to.
It baffles me how any music ever got heard before the Internet. Its hard enough trying to get people to listen to your music when it's available free and easy over numerous websites so I can imagine many young creative types went insane back in the day.
This t'internet lark is very much double edged though. Being able to get your own music out to the world from the comfort of you bedroom and having the means to discover bands without being prompted by the music press is grand. But, it is also an arena for some twats to rope young people on the hunt for the next big thing with their side-sweep hair cuts and punctuation filled names. I have never heard a We Smoke Fags song, though I noticed they were a featured band on some myspace thing, and had about 10 million friends. They had pictures with nice hair and posed like they we're slightly autistic, yet pretty as hell. Others like Haduken! and Does it Offend You, Yeah seem to follow a similar pattern. Test-Icicles were ace. Klaxons are amazing. But throwing a dance beat behind some difficult noises does not make this new crop innovates in the slightest.
Anyone who comes across pictures of us may well be spitting at their screen reading this, between us we own a fair few leather items, have a hefty mass of hair, and wear our jeans in a manner which will undoubtedly leave us childless. We are partial to the dress up box. I just hope people actually listen to our music, and see what we're trying to do. The sort of people who in the past have called us posers or what ever else may well have a point, but we fucking mean what we do. We sing about things that mean something to us, and try to turn our mass of influences into something new, without totally raping them. I'm sure we all have issues with girls (or boys), eyes meeting across disco floors, unrequited love and the rest and we do sing about this sometimes, but some days I wake up being more bothered about twitchy fingered scientists or the things inside the heads of passing businessmen. Not to write about these things as well would be dishonest. If the people who write albums worth of songs about girls and pubs think solely about girls and pubs then fair enough, but that is a scary thought.
I find myself being constantly indecisive these days. Regarding pretty much every issue I come across. I could probably sit an argue with myself until I slowly died whilst rocking back and forward looking at a wall, but instead try to just take each thing as it comes. So as contradictory as it may sound after a hefty rant like that, I find it hard to get my point across because things stop making sense halfway through a chain of thought. I think people should not be allowed to get filthy rich whilst others are starving, that's an obvious ethical point, but how to enforce this? There are many work shy scrounging bastards that would benefit in a take from the rich and give to the poor scenario. But then others work a seven day week for peanuts, they deserve better. It feels like everything ends in one big catch 22 situation. In music, is signing to a major label like selling your soul to the devil? In some cases it would be. But then just signing to an indie label because it's an indie label is surely simple snobbery, but then again......it could go on forever. Make a point, I'll send myself loopy thinking about it.
Jesus.
Anyway, recording is going well, har har harrr har.
x
We at Descartes have been attempting to record some more demos at our favorite underground bunker, Seagate studio. This is going swimmingly. We have four tracks almost done, and hope to have them nailed by this coming weekend.
We are getting a bit over excited with vocals, adding as many backing vocals as the four of us can do. This slows down recording a bit but we hope it will come out sexy.
In one newie (I Am The Snake!) we have a Capella four way bark-off. Which in theory is going to sound like the Futureheads meets The Horrors, but will perhaps end up sounding really daft. But hey, take a risk. I'm also trying to convince the chaps to put a backwards intro on Ice-Nine, so It sounds as if the song is falling in on its self before it even begins, I think I'll win them over.
I was inspired to throw in as many fucked up ideas as I could after watching a documentary on Factory Records the night before we started. The way that Factory came into being and insisted on remaining totally free of all the shit going on around makes modern day music seem really silly. Even the most anti-establishment of today's bands will probably still have a "PR guy" and be forced to tone down in some way by whoever is releasing their records. That's not to say that today's music scene is the way it is for no reason other than gain. Things change, the Internet and all the other mad technological and social advances (if you can call them that) have changed the way music is recorded, released and listened to.
It baffles me how any music ever got heard before the Internet. Its hard enough trying to get people to listen to your music when it's available free and easy over numerous websites so I can imagine many young creative types went insane back in the day.
This t'internet lark is very much double edged though. Being able to get your own music out to the world from the comfort of you bedroom and having the means to discover bands without being prompted by the music press is grand. But, it is also an arena for some twats to rope young people on the hunt for the next big thing with their side-sweep hair cuts and punctuation filled names. I have never heard a We Smoke Fags song, though I noticed they were a featured band on some myspace thing, and had about 10 million friends. They had pictures with nice hair and posed like they we're slightly autistic, yet pretty as hell. Others like Haduken! and Does it Offend You, Yeah seem to follow a similar pattern. Test-Icicles were ace. Klaxons are amazing. But throwing a dance beat behind some difficult noises does not make this new crop innovates in the slightest.
Anyone who comes across pictures of us may well be spitting at their screen reading this, between us we own a fair few leather items, have a hefty mass of hair, and wear our jeans in a manner which will undoubtedly leave us childless. We are partial to the dress up box. I just hope people actually listen to our music, and see what we're trying to do. The sort of people who in the past have called us posers or what ever else may well have a point, but we fucking mean what we do. We sing about things that mean something to us, and try to turn our mass of influences into something new, without totally raping them. I'm sure we all have issues with girls (or boys), eyes meeting across disco floors, unrequited love and the rest and we do sing about this sometimes, but some days I wake up being more bothered about twitchy fingered scientists or the things inside the heads of passing businessmen. Not to write about these things as well would be dishonest. If the people who write albums worth of songs about girls and pubs think solely about girls and pubs then fair enough, but that is a scary thought.
I find myself being constantly indecisive these days. Regarding pretty much every issue I come across. I could probably sit an argue with myself until I slowly died whilst rocking back and forward looking at a wall, but instead try to just take each thing as it comes. So as contradictory as it may sound after a hefty rant like that, I find it hard to get my point across because things stop making sense halfway through a chain of thought. I think people should not be allowed to get filthy rich whilst others are starving, that's an obvious ethical point, but how to enforce this? There are many work shy scrounging bastards that would benefit in a take from the rich and give to the poor scenario. But then others work a seven day week for peanuts, they deserve better. It feels like everything ends in one big catch 22 situation. In music, is signing to a major label like selling your soul to the devil? In some cases it would be. But then just signing to an indie label because it's an indie label is surely simple snobbery, but then again......it could go on forever. Make a point, I'll send myself loopy thinking about it.
Jesus.
Anyway, recording is going well, har har harrr har.
x
Monday, 10 September 2007
Finding Match Sharpness
It is now a mere five little days until we get back to gigging again at The Moorings in Aberdeen. Thank Christ!
Although the break has been useful in that we have been able to compose a shit load of new songs, some finished, some very unfinished, it has been a nightmare being away from the live buzz. Standing on stage and causing some reaction in people is one of the greatest feelings I have know. All the rest involve nudity or untamed animals, but the less said about that the better. The banter of traveling to away games whilst our driver/drummer slowly goes insane with the stress of keeping us playful kiddies under control is a treat. Sound-checks are always a relaxing experience I have found, they make you feel a little special. Then the wait to go on, trying to remain is some fit state, and enjoying the pre-match entertainment. All blissful, all missed.
Back onto the topic of new material. There is a lot of it. We fitted a couple of new songs into our last few gigs, and they have now been touched up and finished, then we have a batch of unheard nuggets that I cant wait to blast out of a meaty sound system. Once again I think we have progressed and created something new. There has been a massive injection of sex into these new songs, listening back to rough tape from practice I find my hips being to thrust like they are completely free from my body. We have also began to piss around with time structures and rhythms, which is very evident on a track currently called "Scratch the Surface".
Due to this influx of newness we have gone and booked some recording time at our friendly local studio, no idea how we will afford this, but it's going to be massive.
The sun is out in Dundee again, but I am stuck in work, next to a large window, just to taunt me. Bastards.
xx
Although the break has been useful in that we have been able to compose a shit load of new songs, some finished, some very unfinished, it has been a nightmare being away from the live buzz. Standing on stage and causing some reaction in people is one of the greatest feelings I have know. All the rest involve nudity or untamed animals, but the less said about that the better. The banter of traveling to away games whilst our driver/drummer slowly goes insane with the stress of keeping us playful kiddies under control is a treat. Sound-checks are always a relaxing experience I have found, they make you feel a little special. Then the wait to go on, trying to remain is some fit state, and enjoying the pre-match entertainment. All blissful, all missed.
Back onto the topic of new material. There is a lot of it. We fitted a couple of new songs into our last few gigs, and they have now been touched up and finished, then we have a batch of unheard nuggets that I cant wait to blast out of a meaty sound system. Once again I think we have progressed and created something new. There has been a massive injection of sex into these new songs, listening back to rough tape from practice I find my hips being to thrust like they are completely free from my body. We have also began to piss around with time structures and rhythms, which is very evident on a track currently called "Scratch the Surface".
Due to this influx of newness we have gone and booked some recording time at our friendly local studio, no idea how we will afford this, but it's going to be massive.
The sun is out in Dundee again, but I am stuck in work, next to a large window, just to taunt me. Bastards.
xx
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