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01 October 2008
everything is funny, nothing is fun
Hey dudes!
Touring is seriously exciting! While it sometimes feels like that Terry Pratchett curse "may you live in exciting times", overall, we've haveing an awesome time!
We got to hang out with Los Campesinos(!) and I think I managed to avoid coming across as a really awful fanboy, there's always time though.
We videoed an acoustic version of a new song, and we have no idea whether it'll be amazing or awful. Stay tuned!
Last night was one of the best shows of the tour, a packed out Madam Jojo's in London, I'm quite proud that we made jofo worried about going on after us, but as per usual, they totally slayed.
And we've got new tshirts! We feel like an awful capitalists! But please feel free to come and make us all feel worse!
Get involved!
Love
Duncan x
Touring is seriously exciting! While it sometimes feels like that Terry Pratchett curse "may you live in exciting times", overall, we've haveing an awesome time!
We got to hang out with Los Campesinos(!) and I think I managed to avoid coming across as a really awful fanboy, there's always time though.
We videoed an acoustic version of a new song, and we have no idea whether it'll be amazing or awful. Stay tuned!
Last night was one of the best shows of the tour, a packed out Madam Jojo's in London, I'm quite proud that we made jofo worried about going on after us, but as per usual, they totally slayed.
And we've got new tshirts! We feel like an awful capitalists! But please feel free to come and make us all feel worse!
Get involved!
Love
Duncan x
07 August 2008
HUNGRY FOR KEVIN
OK everyone, so we've just done the second leg of our pretty awesome mini-tour of the United States of the British Queen's Island. Four gigs of varying temperature and rockoutness. This is what happened... no, really!
Sunday - Preston
Semi-loltimes in the van watching Trading Places before arriving at a strange, wide venue with a stage the size of a shoebox... not to worry; put the standy-up bandmembers on the floor. HAPPY NOW? This turned out to be a brilliant gig... friendly crowd, our best human pyramid yet and a support band who may or may not have played a song called "Take Off All Your Pants Off". Also, Preston is home to one of the best kebab shops I have ever been in. Just don't ask Futurebear about the centipede.
Monday - London
We had some press-type stuff in the afternoon which culminated in the band having nice new loincloths to wear to future dinner parties before heading over the The Old Blue Last for a wild gig with The Mae Shi. It may or may not be fair to say that we rocked before doing a photograph on a flight of stairs and then partying with friendly people who had a bottle of Advocaat in their drinks cabinet and Sheryl Crow on the iPod. There are photos all over the internet of Sand Lord running through a human tunnel. Yeah, the internet; it's rad, no?
Tuesday - Brighton
There are, it seems, NO gay bars in Brighton, but apart from that, it's a real nice place. Deli Hawk lost approximately 14p on the penny falls. Her worst gambling loss yet. After wandering around the special interest and organic raisin shops, we descended on the Freebutt for our second gig with The Mae Shi. Much fun ensued despite my IDIOTIC feat of leaving my cymbals in London the night before. Who even IS this guy? Anyway, Andy from Glasgow and his pals let us stay in their pad where we drank beer out of cans and listened to Spaace Horse tell jokes all night.
Wednesday - Darlington
Oh Darlington, I think we can still be friends despite everything. OK, gig was alright but the one abiding memory of THIS particular jaunt is the majority of the band+driver (Scott Land) getting eaten alive by tiny leech-like bugs outside a service station between Brighton and Darlington waiting for Landwolf to return with keys... I mean, REALLY? What kind of service station even IS this? We didn't order bugs. Oh and I really need my cymbals back from London please? Thank you? Special love to the drummer from the support band. Your cymbals are really good. Can I use them again? LOLSTICKS??
So lots of fun, as usual... more bugs than required, plenty of manning up, last one in the pool's a penis pump, etc...
SAY GOOD AFTERNOON TO MY SMALL ACQUAINTANCE
Another tour done and gone. :(
Since I'm tired and all that, I'll just say that we are now fully equipped with pseudonyms. Let's DO THIS!:
SPAACE HORSE
DELI HAWK
FUTUREBEAR
GLASGHOST
LAND WOLF
SAND LORD
C IF U CN MAKE IT COOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
cxxx
Since I'm tired and all that, I'll just say that we are now fully equipped with pseudonyms. Let's DO THIS!:
SPAACE HORSE
DELI HAWK
FUTUREBEAR
GLASGHOST
LAND WOLF
SAND LORD
C IF U CN MAKE IT COOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
cxxx
02 August 2008
BIG TIMMY TOUR SPLAT
So, we're away again tomorrow for the remaining 40% of our "AROMATIC SPICES BROUGHT TO YOU BY LYNX AFRICA" tour, and I've got a really sore tummy. What's all that about? Where's my chocolate? [Update: There's my chocolate.]
But anyway, mate. The past week has been an incredible amount of fun, and here it is for you in convenient and tres chic bullet-pointed form:
a) Coventry - hottest fucking room ever invented by human hands. Played the mighty Tough Love Records' 3rd anniversary, and last Coventry show before London exodus begins. We play at midnight or something due to usual all-dayer-running-late business, and take our tops off (here-on referred to as "manning up").
b) London - Soundcheck (!!!???wat?????) and then hang around with our label man Anthony from the label that we're labelled to and Machine, the producer of the production that we're producing. We buy shoes in bulk. I always tend to ruin mine quickly, but hot damn, those £5 plimsoles are working for me. We do some waiting and drinking, then play the rockingest show since time began, with football-esque chanting, all the stuff I wrote two posts down this page, and more manning up. Great great!
3) Sunderland - Playing at The White Room for debut club night called "The 1990s", if I remember correctly. It's taken me until now to realise there's also a band with that name, minus the "the". Whoa! My throat is fucked today and I generally feel like horrible achey death, so I spend my time being a total moan. I'm not sorry though. Don't you know who I am? Show was okay, a bit muted. Manning up occured in some factions of the band. Afterwards, head to the lovely suburbs and party for a fantastic age at Mike from This Ain't Vegas' house, with friends and beers.
dddd) Leeds - Holy moly! We pitch up at Brudenell, myself trying to look like the idiot of the world with ridiculous clothing arrangements. Played with some fucking awesome bands that I implore you to fawn over if you haven't previously: Cowtown, Pulled Apart By Horses, and That Fucking Tank. A fight breaks out mysteriously while we play, so we spend five minutes talking about positive things. Fighting ain't cool! After the show, say our goodbyes and drive back up to Glasgow.
fiveteen) Edinburgh - I went through to Edinburgh early to see my wee sister and spend time in my place of birth looking at the colour green. Ended up playing Dragon Quest IV on my DS for two and a half hours after the wee one went to work; a bit otaku or whatever, but thoroughly enjoyable. Before the show, the presence of beard trimmers prompts something I've been threatening for ages: letting the band cut my hair off. So I am now freshly shorn and look stupid. Who cares, right? We're doing some press stuff on Monday, and want to look twatty so my mum doesn't recognise me. Anyway, the show was good fun, touring budzzz Mirror! Mirror! were fantastic and I got (all too briefly) to see some old acquaintances who I miss very much.
a billion) Glasgow - We played at The Arches lolllooL!!! Had a nervous breakdown when my friends didn't recognise me instantly due to failed hip haircut. There was a Diesel party next door; a security guard told me that "we're not to let the bands in there". I told him I didn't want in because "everyone looks ugly and I don't like that guy's jacket". Fooled around in dressing rooms with the disarmingly young Mirror! Mirror! (including nude ladies filmed on camera phones through MSN!). We manned up and I even took my shoes off. My heels are still black.
Anyway, enough of my yakkin'. Thanks to everyone who came down to our shows and let us dribble on their floors! See you very shortly over the next bit of rocko!
Yours.... "forever",
Calumxx
PS. Duncan is now called "Landwolf".
14 June 2008
Danananaforeigner
Tour was awesome. Thanks to all the bands we played with and especially Johnny Foreigner for having us join them for a few days. Coming home is depressing, hopefully we wont need to wait too long until the next time.
Sleeping in my own bed feels like Christmas day right now, but damn it, rocking out with your best friends every night makes the pain of pushing your bodies and ears to extremes every night worth it.
Record deal signing party soon! Yay!
11 June 2008
10TH JUNE - A KIWI FRUIT IS FINE TOO
MORNONGING
I got a shower today! I even conditioned my hair (vegetarians, homosexuals and women, remember?), a brutally pointless activity when it's just going to get all tangled as soon as we start playing anyway. Maybe even at soundcheck if I feel particularly amorous towards music. We took a band trip to Tesco and all stocked up on food for the day, as we're not sure we're being fed later on. I got kiwi fruit and a bunch of other rad stuff. And plastic cutlery! Why we never thought to get cutlery before is so far beyond me that it's practically over there.
Today we're going back to London Village to play at Club Artrocker, which I believe is being held at the Buffalo Bar in Islington. I can never understand why there's a magazine called Artrocker. Every time I think of it, I visualise some seriously heavy dudes 'rocking' some real ground-zero 'art'. Those seriously heavy dudes invariably look like the members of Wolf Eyes.
LAAAATOR
We did a London again, mum. The show was really good fun, but let's talk about after it first, right? So here we are, in Colin's house, and we have the idea that we should play Grand Theft Auto IV in HD glory and 5.1 Surround Sound. So we play online and start talking to people, like 'Assasin Ant' (sic) - his name is spelled wrong on purpose because "the last three letters dude... it spells 'sin'" - and 'jake e c f c', meaning Exeter City, who lost the FA cup to Portsmouth. Colin is a Portsmouth fan. Cue amazing chat with Jakey-Boy and much goading. Turns out Jake isn't the witty type. I think I laughed a cough up and turned it into a nostril. All in all, a fantastic night filled with gunz and bombz and internet heroes - including Americans who told us about the two 9mm gunzz they owned in real life. Thanks, bro! And thanks, Colin! For being the raddest dude in the gold streets of Islington.
But anyway. What exactly is the deal with venues these days? We only seem to play places that you have to park a million lightyears away, then use our teleportation devices to get our gear inside. Last night, we dodgily parked on a pavement and whisked our brutal drumz into the Buffalo Bar. Our show was neat, but I couldn't find my voice for some reason. I think it's because I warmed up using a couple of things from the Zen Of Screaming DVD we 'got' (nudge nudge, wink wink).
Right now, Colin is playing GTA online, muttering "Scuse me, would anyone like to play internet with me?" at everyone. I think we're in the NME today, doing a human laughter all over paper magazeens. I'm not so sure, but, eh! Going to Birmingham today, maybe Johnny Foreigner will come see us and we can talk to their faces again. BIG YEAH!
I got a shower today! I even conditioned my hair (vegetarians, homosexuals and women, remember?), a brutally pointless activity when it's just going to get all tangled as soon as we start playing anyway. Maybe even at soundcheck if I feel particularly amorous towards music. We took a band trip to Tesco and all stocked up on food for the day, as we're not sure we're being fed later on. I got kiwi fruit and a bunch of other rad stuff. And plastic cutlery! Why we never thought to get cutlery before is so far beyond me that it's practically over there.
Today we're going back to London Village to play at Club Artrocker, which I believe is being held at the Buffalo Bar in Islington. I can never understand why there's a magazine called Artrocker. Every time I think of it, I visualise some seriously heavy dudes 'rocking' some real ground-zero 'art'. Those seriously heavy dudes invariably look like the members of Wolf Eyes.
LAAAATOR
We did a London again, mum. The show was really good fun, but let's talk about after it first, right? So here we are, in Colin's house, and we have the idea that we should play Grand Theft Auto IV in HD glory and 5.1 Surround Sound. So we play online and start talking to people, like 'Assasin Ant' (sic) - his name is spelled wrong on purpose because "the last three letters dude... it spells 'sin'" - and 'jake e c f c', meaning Exeter City, who lost the FA cup to Portsmouth. Colin is a Portsmouth fan. Cue amazing chat with Jakey-Boy and much goading. Turns out Jake isn't the witty type. I think I laughed a cough up and turned it into a nostril. All in all, a fantastic night filled with gunz and bombz and internet heroes - including Americans who told us about the two 9mm gunzz they owned in real life. Thanks, bro! And thanks, Colin! For being the raddest dude in the gold streets of Islington.
But anyway. What exactly is the deal with venues these days? We only seem to play places that you have to park a million lightyears away, then use our teleportation devices to get our gear inside. Last night, we dodgily parked on a pavement and whisked our brutal drumz into the Buffalo Bar. Our show was neat, but I couldn't find my voice for some reason. I think it's because I warmed up using a couple of things from the Zen Of Screaming DVD we 'got' (nudge nudge, wink wink).
Right now, Colin is playing GTA online, muttering "Scuse me, would anyone like to play internet with me?" at everyone. I think we're in the NME today, doing a human laughter all over paper magazeens. I'm not so sure, but, eh! Going to Birmingham today, maybe Johnny Foreigner will come see us and we can talk to their faces again. BIG YEAH!
10 June 2008
9TH JUNE - A HANGOVER IS FINE TOO
MORNNNGIN
Well! The show was weird - I enjoyed it (as usual), but David's guitar fell apart and his spare sounded like instant coffee, and John literally broke a cymbal stand by hitting a cymbal, broke a floor tom skin, and broke drumsticks left, right and centre. So we're on our way to 'Rock Around The Clock', some music shop.
Rolo Tomassi blew us off the big bad Barden's stage last night! They were awesome. Eva told me about this DVD called "The Zen Of Screaming" which I'll definitely have to download. I mean buy.
After the show, we went to Dalston Jazz Bar or something and got a bit silly with it. Today, some of us are a little hungover.
I have no idea where Exeter is, or how long it takes to get there, but GODDAMN, we're coming.
LATE-RON
We got David's guitar fixed for the princely sum of £1.50 (£1.50!) at Rock Around The Clock from a very nice man that looks like he's seen a thing or two on the good ol' rock circuit. A new tom skin, drumsticks, plectrums, guitar strings and strap locks were purchased too. The van was pure murder to be in for a while, due to a little hangover all over some faces, but we stopped at a really crap service station and got some food.
Service stations are weird little places, like microcosms of the worst world ever. Some of them are these empty, soulless places with over-priced wet sandwiches and strange people with strange accents, but some (like Westmorland in Cumbria) are amazing delights where you can get any manner of awesome organic foods. Which is perfect for us, seeing as we're comprised almost exclusively of vegetarians, homosexuals and women.
So we arrived in Exeter. Exeter is a really lovely looking place, all leaf-green and hayfever-inducing. After soundcheck at The Cavern (where we had the best on-stage sound I have ever experienced), and having dinner thanks to the fantastic bar dude, we had a short wander - it took about one minute of walking before we found ourselves outside a fucking cathedral. Amazing. Had a pint of some Cornish lager that had a monk surfing on the tap. BRUTAL.
There was barely anyone at our show, which kind of freaked me out a little. It was kind of nice, though - we got to play a bit more experimentally. John joined me with his microphone for things we haven't tried before, and there were a lot of drum things going on. I got to test exactly how ridiculous my voice can be. All in all, a really strangely fun show!
The guy that put on the show wasn't there (and, as far as I could tell, wasn't planning on attending), so it was left to the bar staff to find us somewhere to stay. Luckily, the night's DJs, Tom and Madeleine, threw us a bag completely rammed with hospitality, and let our gang of seven sleep in their house. So, thanks guys!
Well! The show was weird - I enjoyed it (as usual), but David's guitar fell apart and his spare sounded like instant coffee, and John literally broke a cymbal stand by hitting a cymbal, broke a floor tom skin, and broke drumsticks left, right and centre. So we're on our way to 'Rock Around The Clock', some music shop.
Rolo Tomassi blew us off the big bad Barden's stage last night! They were awesome. Eva told me about this DVD called "The Zen Of Screaming" which I'll definitely have to download. I mean buy.
After the show, we went to Dalston Jazz Bar or something and got a bit silly with it. Today, some of us are a little hungover.
I have no idea where Exeter is, or how long it takes to get there, but GODDAMN, we're coming.
LATE-RON
We got David's guitar fixed for the princely sum of £1.50 (£1.50!) at Rock Around The Clock from a very nice man that looks like he's seen a thing or two on the good ol' rock circuit. A new tom skin, drumsticks, plectrums, guitar strings and strap locks were purchased too. The van was pure murder to be in for a while, due to a little hangover all over some faces, but we stopped at a really crap service station and got some food.
Service stations are weird little places, like microcosms of the worst world ever. Some of them are these empty, soulless places with over-priced wet sandwiches and strange people with strange accents, but some (like Westmorland in Cumbria) are amazing delights where you can get any manner of awesome organic foods. Which is perfect for us, seeing as we're comprised almost exclusively of vegetarians, homosexuals and women.
So we arrived in Exeter. Exeter is a really lovely looking place, all leaf-green and hayfever-inducing. After soundcheck at The Cavern (where we had the best on-stage sound I have ever experienced), and having dinner thanks to the fantastic bar dude, we had a short wander - it took about one minute of walking before we found ourselves outside a fucking cathedral. Amazing. Had a pint of some Cornish lager that had a monk surfing on the tap. BRUTAL.
There was barely anyone at our show, which kind of freaked me out a little. It was kind of nice, though - we got to play a bit more experimentally. John joined me with his microphone for things we haven't tried before, and there were a lot of drum things going on. I got to test exactly how ridiculous my voice can be. All in all, a really strangely fun show!
The guy that put on the show wasn't there (and, as far as I could tell, wasn't planning on attending), so it was left to the bar staff to find us somewhere to stay. Luckily, the night's DJs, Tom and Madeleine, threw us a bag completely rammed with hospitality, and let our gang of seven sleep in their house. So, thanks guys!
8TH JUNE - A PEE IS FINE TOO
MORNING?!
Had a nice couple of days in sunny (seriously) Glasgow. John and David are in London already, John having been DJing last night and David having stayed with his sister, so the rest of our fair crew are party-vanning down the M6 like nobody's business. I've already watched the second half of Boogie Nights - I've only ever seen the first half, so it was nice to close that particularly raunchy chapter of my life. OUR STUFF'S THAT GOOD. Now listening to the new Venetian Snares record, 'Detrimentalist', really loudly. It's fucking awesome. No more 'Young Machetes' this week, I guess!
Duncan's gone and bought the entire internet. Well, a wee USB stick that makes HTML fly into our van out of the air like dead birds. That means I can post this crap on-the-fly. What a day!
Tonight we're having a record release party for Sissy Hits, and Rolo Tomassi are playing! I'm scared they're going to throw us over their laps and spank us. Those guys are going to be world famous times a million or something, I can't wait to see them. Also, I predict that John will shout at me for wearing a Misfits t-shirt. FUUUUCK.
POST-SOUNDCHECKIN'~
John didn't shout at me. Another load-in from a serious mile away, around corners and all things. This band, Baddies, are soundchecking. My brain is rejecting, I don't understand it. We're all in good spirits, doing a lot of running around, throwing things, and screaming. Rolo Tomassi are great and asked us to do a tour with them later in the year, which would be rad! Mike Diver from Drowned In Sound turned up and we finally got to shout "Holy Diver" at him. He says he's used to it. We don't care.
We get some drinks tokens (waaaaagh) and amazing veggie food (yaaaaaay) including quiche! I totally forgot about quiche, and will now be eating quiche every day in Glasgow.
Had a nice couple of days in sunny (seriously) Glasgow. John and David are in London already, John having been DJing last night and David having stayed with his sister, so the rest of our fair crew are party-vanning down the M6 like nobody's business. I've already watched the second half of Boogie Nights - I've only ever seen the first half, so it was nice to close that particularly raunchy chapter of my life. OUR STUFF'S THAT GOOD. Now listening to the new Venetian Snares record, 'Detrimentalist', really loudly. It's fucking awesome. No more 'Young Machetes' this week, I guess!
Duncan's gone and bought the entire internet. Well, a wee USB stick that makes HTML fly into our van out of the air like dead birds. That means I can post this crap on-the-fly. What a day!
Tonight we're having a record release party for Sissy Hits, and Rolo Tomassi are playing! I'm scared they're going to throw us over their laps and spank us. Those guys are going to be world famous times a million or something, I can't wait to see them. Also, I predict that John will shout at me for wearing a Misfits t-shirt. FUUUUCK.
POST-SOUNDCHECKIN'~
John didn't shout at me. Another load-in from a serious mile away, around corners and all things. This band, Baddies, are soundchecking. My brain is rejecting, I don't understand it. We're all in good spirits, doing a lot of running around, throwing things, and screaming. Rolo Tomassi are great and asked us to do a tour with them later in the year, which would be rad! Mike Diver from Drowned In Sound turned up and we finally got to shout "Holy Diver" at him. He says he's used to it. We don't care.
We get some drinks tokens (waaaaagh) and amazing veggie food (yaaaaaay) including quiche! I totally forgot about quiche, and will now be eating quiche every day in Glasgow.
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