Okay, so before I stick the dates and stuff into this text entry box - these are clearly the smaller, less frequented cities of Dear Old Britain. So, before you go off on a mad screwball scream-fest and caps lock yourself a little "But WHYYY aren't YOU PLAYING [insert city here]" comment - stop and have a wee think. We'll be coming to everywhere before you know it!
With that in mind, this is AN ANNOUNCEMENT of the DANANANANAKYROYD FEB-MARCH 2011 UK TOUR BLAST! With support from FLASHGUNS and KID ADRIFT!
February 2011:
Fri 25th - Middlesbrough - Uncle Alberts
Sat 26th - Dundee - Doghouse
Sun 27th - Aberdeen - Cafe Drummond
March 2011:
Tue 1st - Cambridge - Haymakers
Wed 2nd - Southhampton - Joiners
Thurs 3rd - Bath - Moles
Fri 4th - Sheffield - The Harley
Sat 5th - Liverpool - Shipping Forecast
So there you have it! And, again, don't worry, if your nearest big city isn't up there, fret not.
Stay pretty, dolls.
Dananananaykroyd xxxxx
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17 December 2010
26 June 2009
OCTOBER UK TOUR HAHA
Hi Dudes.
Tickets for our October UK tour go on sale this coming Wednesday, but there's a pre-sale on Monday from Ticket Master, so if you click this link:
TICKET MASTER WILL EAT YOU WHEN YOU SLEEP MUUHHAHAHA TICKETS!! I AM THE MASTER OF TICKETS MUUHAHA
you can get some before anyone else!
Our next single 'Some Dresses' will be out 24th of August with the slightly mind-blowing, head-scratchingly odd video coming SOON!
Click our Myspace link on the right side of this page and check out the upcoming October dates so you can decide which nearest city to travel to (lol) to witness the first tour of the 2nd (26th?) phase of the band, featuring new songs and more fun!!!
In the meantime we're going to go and BAM up some festivals all around the world and spread the word, wish us luck!
THANKS.
Tickets for our October UK tour go on sale this coming Wednesday, but there's a pre-sale on Monday from Ticket Master, so if you click this link:
TICKET MASTER WILL EAT YOU WHEN YOU SLEEP MUUHHAHAHA TICKETS!! I AM THE MASTER OF TICKETS MUUHAHA
you can get some before anyone else!
Our next single 'Some Dresses' will be out 24th of August with the slightly mind-blowing, head-scratchingly odd video coming SOON!
Click our Myspace link on the right side of this page and check out the upcoming October dates so you can decide which nearest city to travel to (lol) to witness the first tour of the 2nd (26th?) phase of the band, featuring new songs and more fun!!!
In the meantime we're going to go and BAM up some festivals all around the world and spread the word, wish us luck!
THANKS.
23 November 2008
20 November 2008
WE PLAYED SHEFFIELD
Night thirteen!
"Hey, don't fucking kick people and don't punch people, i'm talking to you, right there, alright? I'm talking to you and you. You want to fucking do that shit, get the fuck up on the football field, alright? I'm talking to you, yeah, i'm talking to you, yeah, that's right. It sucks to have to tell people to behave themselves, but there's other people here too, alright? So try to be a little more kind.
You know, I saw you two guys earlier at the Good Humor truck and you were eating your ice cream like little boys and I thought, "those guys aren't so tough! They're eating ice cream, what a bunch of swell guys!" I saw you eating ice cream, pal. Oh, don't you deny it, you were eating an ice cream cone. You were eating an ice cream cone. Oh, you're bad now, you're bad now, but you were eating an ice cream cone. And I saw you. That's the shit you can't hide, you know? You got your fucking shit, but you eat ice cream, everybody knows it, the whole fucking place knows it - ice cream eating motherfucker. That's what you are."
15 November 2008
WE PLAYED CARDIFF
Night twelve!
HaHAHAHAHs anyone ever seen Home Alone 2? It's aboHAHAHAHut a 10 year old boy who gets separated at the airport and ends up getting on the wrong plane (New York) while the rest oHAHAHAHf his family head off on holiday (FloriHAHAHAda). Luckily, however, the 10 year old boy has his dad's bag with him and it's choc-full of hard cash. He spends it all on room service and basically flapping about the joint like a total coolie. Amazing. I'm at the bit where he's in the park with the pigeon lady. Ok, they're away now for chat (heart-to-heart) in the loft ofHAHAHAH the opera house, so I will keep watHAHAHAHching and let you know what happens. Amazing scenes. We're in Cardiff. I think. I think we're still on tour. Nobody knows anymore. Who wants to spend ChristHAHAHAmas in a tropical climate anyway?
WE PLAYED DERBY
Night eleven!
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Come and have a go if you think you're hard enough. Our van is a gigantic steel bag with gold-on-black Louis Vuitton print and we are the greasy contents of our rumbling, mobile torment. The motorway is, like, the biggest ever man! A sort of really, really big man with a big man face and hands and the sort of gigantic, really big man arms that only a really big man would have! He has a firm grip of our van and is shaking it around so hard and so violently that Paul's Ipod earphones will just not stay in. Everyone catches a horrible little earful of 'Janet Jackson through a shoebox' as and when an earpiece swings by their head or in their face. At one point, I am face up against the window staring deep into the crying eye of, like, the biggest ever man, ever! A hundred bullion years of heartbreak swirl and flow deep down within it's murky depths. I can almost see his soul. But it's too late for him, I catch my reflection in a teardrop and am dismayed to find myself looking more and more like a stupid head, bearded sad git and trumpet guffer with each and every passing day. Still, Francis Bacon has developed a tour cream which has, for now, controlled this awful head and inner mind rash. If only I had something for the... for the... nevermind. Look, Calum is playing air drums. No, wait, he's just having another fit. Call an ambulance! AT ONCE!
WE PLAYED KINGSTON
Night ten!
I can't see. REPENT REPENT. We have come to the end of us. I want to tell you that we love you. We reluctantly love the heaving and fleshy Kingston mass of flailing arm, 40 quid haircut and airtight ego as it swells and rolls over the stage, Katamari-style, consuming us all in dark love (veins, guts), right before the indie disco du jour. A thousand acne-ridden faces explode in glorious unison. Someone spills their cheap lager. On purpose. I turn to Duncan, who is a pelican. But all good things come to an end. I can't see. This rash has grown so foul and so harshly that it has become impossible to look back on my life and what it was like before touring... to re-imagine a world of colour and of nature. I open my mouth and out spills white noise. I plug in my guitar pedals: white noise! I turn to the audience and ask them to stop hitting each other: brown noise. I lie in bed and open the window to hear a tree or a bird or the wind, a fart or anything: white noise. Yes, it is true, every good thing comes to an end. I can't see.
WE PLAYED LONDON
Night nine!
John turns to me. It's a huge show and it's rammed tonight. "David, is it just me, or is the audience made entirely of ants?" he says. I don't hear him at first, i'm far too bewildered with the fact he's playing drums with two meatball subs instead of drumsticks. "Eh, what? I don't know, John". All our songs tonight sound like Janet Jackson through a shoebox. I spot Calum riding the crowd, in slow-motion, like a leather alligator over Niagra Falls, as I sway hard and backwards over a tough, three chord structure and rinsed loaves of sweat beads. There is a massive, jarring crunch as song meets fans head on and the world, at once, sounds like Dananananaykroyd. Do you know what that sounds like? It is massive and jarring. There are four rappers in the audience tonight. Suddenly, almost instantaneously, we're back in the van. We look around at each other post-show and burst out laughing. Is it our job to turn strange? To discover strange things about people who are fast becoming strangers? I don't know. It is now us versus them. As you now now, I have a gigantic rash that is starting to curl round the back of my ears and I wish the... I wish I could... nevermind. We play our hearts out tonight. Yes, we are broken and sick, but we put on good show and sell all the t-shirts. I will give you that.
12 November 2008
WE PLAYED PORTSMOUTH
Night eight!
WE PLAYED COVENTRY
Night seven!
We arrive in Coventry too early to find ourselves locked out of the venue and trapped in what appears to be Springburn during the holocaust, but is, in fact, Coventry town centre. It's, what, minus 403? We go for a walk and get spotted in Starbucks by some dudes who shout our band name at us. We'd have reacted favourably, but we're a week into touring and, as much as it pains me to say it, we're going a bit 'wee-hee'. Call me melodramatic, but it's getting weird. Is this brain rot? Hours later, our good friends Mirror! Mirror! show up and we clumsily try to remember how to act around people who can play rocking, mentally draining gigs and still function as human beings. Instead, we set up our wall of computers and forget ourselves and everyone around us as we fall head first, again, inside our fantasy internet worlds. The backstage room has a life-size zombie figure with eyes that follow us around the room. We're literally terrified of it/him. The gig itself is very loud (soundman turns everything up to eleven and is rad), right in the middle of a really bad student disco and almost pointless. But forget that, it was ROCKTIMES FOR YOU LUCKY LUCKY PEOPLE. Thanks to everyone who watched us. I just wish i could control these... i just wish.
We arrive in Coventry too early to find ourselves locked out of the venue and trapped in what appears to be Springburn during the holocaust, but is, in fact, Coventry town centre. It's, what, minus 403? We go for a walk and get spotted in Starbucks by some dudes who shout our band name at us. We'd have reacted favourably, but we're a week into touring and, as much as it pains me to say it, we're going a bit 'wee-hee'. Call me melodramatic, but it's getting weird. Is this brain rot? Hours later, our good friends Mirror! Mirror! show up and we clumsily try to remember how to act around people who can play rocking, mentally draining gigs and still function as human beings. Instead, we set up our wall of computers and forget ourselves and everyone around us as we fall head first, again, inside our fantasy internet worlds. The backstage room has a life-size zombie figure with eyes that follow us around the room. We're literally terrified of it/him. The gig itself is very loud (soundman turns everything up to eleven and is rad), right in the middle of a really bad student disco and almost pointless. But forget that, it was ROCKTIMES FOR YOU LUCKY LUCKY PEOPLE. Thanks to everyone who watched us. I just wish i could control these... i just wish.
10 November 2008
WE PLAYED WAKEFIELD
Night six!
No, not Whigfield, Wakefield. It's near Leeds, apparently. Yeah, i know! We've heard that Wakefield audiences are both odd and rowdy. So we're not too surprised to play, after 46 support bands, to an audience that is both odd and rowdy. It's the first show of the tour where i'm not told to turn my humungous amp down on stage. I go out front during the show and can't hear it. There's a small group of Barnsley football fans shouting "Rab C Nesbitt" at us. One of them tinkles John's nether-regions while he's up on a chair. I break up a pair of twins texting each other during 'Greater Than'. It's all a bit odd. And rowdy. Apparently we go down quite well though (it really was quite hard to tell), so it's all good. Some guy buys 3 t-shirts. Amazing. Paul turns 23 or something, we gather up our bottles of Sailor Jerry and some candy floss, drive off to the Travelodge and drink ourselves silly. Starting to feel weird and zombified...
No, not Whigfield, Wakefield. It's near Leeds, apparently. Yeah, i know! We've heard that Wakefield audiences are both odd and rowdy. So we're not too surprised to play, after 46 support bands, to an audience that is both odd and rowdy. It's the first show of the tour where i'm not told to turn my humungous amp down on stage. I go out front during the show and can't hear it. There's a small group of Barnsley football fans shouting "Rab C Nesbitt" at us. One of them tinkles John's nether-regions while he's up on a chair. I break up a pair of twins texting each other during 'Greater Than'. It's all a bit odd. And rowdy. Apparently we go down quite well though (it really was quite hard to tell), so it's all good. Some guy buys 3 t-shirts. Amazing. Paul turns 23 or something, we gather up our bottles of Sailor Jerry and some candy floss, drive off to the Travelodge and drink ourselves silly. Starting to feel weird and zombified...
08 November 2008
WE PLAYED MANCHESTER
Night five!
The first thing that strikes us about The Deaf Institute is just how swish a venue it is. The wallpaper is nuts and the stage is all high up like Madame Jojos in London, but with sloping, arena type seating at the back. It's just the right size too (ie. far too small for my 100w tube amp beast machine - burn!) Despite being rickrolled by the barstaff (no matter how many times we ask or how many times we try to connect, the wireless password "rickastley" won't work ever - haha), it feels great to be back in the land of the living, a town populated by actual fans of our band or creeps who hadn't just crept out the walls to stare at us blankly. We play with Cats In Paris and Dutch Uncles who are both completely rocking bands. The venue is packed and we go down a storm, playing our first encore of the tour. We even pull out 'The Wall Of Cuddles' and wear our daft, 12 pence witches hats. Normal service resumes... for now. A wee bit of dancing afterwards and, at midnight, we sing happy birthday to Paul, who, incidentally, will be the first man alive from Glasgow to ever spend his birthday in Wakefield. Wherever that is.
The first thing that strikes us about The Deaf Institute is just how swish a venue it is. The wallpaper is nuts and the stage is all high up like Madame Jojos in London, but with sloping, arena type seating at the back. It's just the right size too (ie. far too small for my 100w tube amp beast machine - burn!) Despite being rickrolled by the barstaff (no matter how many times we ask or how many times we try to connect, the wireless password "rickastley" won't work ever - haha), it feels great to be back in the land of the living, a town populated by actual fans of our band or creeps who hadn't just crept out the walls to stare at us blankly. We play with Cats In Paris and Dutch Uncles who are both completely rocking bands. The venue is packed and we go down a storm, playing our first encore of the tour. We even pull out 'The Wall Of Cuddles' and wear our daft, 12 pence witches hats. Normal service resumes... for now. A wee bit of dancing afterwards and, at midnight, we sing happy birthday to Paul, who, incidentally, will be the first man alive from Glasgow to ever spend his birthday in Wakefield. Wherever that is.
WE PLAYED CREWE
Night four!
The M Club in Crewe is gigantic. It's brown trousers time. There's no support band. The PA music is wildly awful. Like, seriously. The sound guy tells us that "students in Crewe don't go to gigs" and, with those sorry, half-hearted words still ringing through the venue come stage time, it's another poor show as we're presented with a handful of blank-faced dribblers, stinking of indifference, spaced out at tables all across the 2000 capacity venue, refusing to show any sort of emotion towards the band as we struggle right from the off to inject any sort of fun or memorable content into their lives for one half hour. We shout at people in the hope they'll shout back. They don't. There's even a guy with a flashing LED t-shirt who wont try and fight us, no matter how much we make fun of him. Perhaps we really should have come on stage wearing the 12 pence witches hats that John had bought for all of us a few hours earlier. Ah well. However, upon closer inspection, some people are actually into it and the night is saved as those who do enjoy themselves all buy t-shirts. Thanks! We pack up the van and leave hoping that when we do return, word will have spread that, yes, live rock music really does exist in Crewe and people there should never take that for granted. Cheer up!
The M Club in Crewe is gigantic. It's brown trousers time. There's no support band. The PA music is wildly awful. Like, seriously. The sound guy tells us that "students in Crewe don't go to gigs" and, with those sorry, half-hearted words still ringing through the venue come stage time, it's another poor show as we're presented with a handful of blank-faced dribblers, stinking of indifference, spaced out at tables all across the 2000 capacity venue, refusing to show any sort of emotion towards the band as we struggle right from the off to inject any sort of fun or memorable content into their lives for one half hour. We shout at people in the hope they'll shout back. They don't. There's even a guy with a flashing LED t-shirt who wont try and fight us, no matter how much we make fun of him. Perhaps we really should have come on stage wearing the 12 pence witches hats that John had bought for all of us a few hours earlier. Ah well. However, upon closer inspection, some people are actually into it and the night is saved as those who do enjoy themselves all buy t-shirts. Thanks! We pack up the van and leave hoping that when we do return, word will have spread that, yes, live rock music really does exist in Crewe and people there should never take that for granted. Cheer up!
06 November 2008
WE PLAYED WREXHAM
Night three!
We didn't even know where Wrexham was until we got to Wales. And discovered that Wrexham was in Wales. Sadly, not many people there knew who we were either and we played to a very modest crowd. Still, it was a good show, we jumped around like loonies, climbed up on things and the few people who lasted the night left happy. I think. Not much to remember about the night, other than Paul and I finding a pub with the Celtic game on. Everyone in the band has a laptop now and scenes in the backstage areas are starting to resemble something lifted straight from 'Microserfs', with everyone gathered round, on the internet, looking like we're all programming some fantastic new software together, when, in fact, we're all just playing 'World Of Goo' or looking up that Hackley School band cover of 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' on Youtube. We're used to the funny looks.
We didn't even know where Wrexham was until we got to Wales. And discovered that Wrexham was in Wales. Sadly, not many people there knew who we were either and we played to a very modest crowd. Still, it was a good show, we jumped around like loonies, climbed up on things and the few people who lasted the night left happy. I think. Not much to remember about the night, other than Paul and I finding a pub with the Celtic game on. Everyone in the band has a laptop now and scenes in the backstage areas are starting to resemble something lifted straight from 'Microserfs', with everyone gathered round, on the internet, looking like we're all programming some fantastic new software together, when, in fact, we're all just playing 'World Of Goo' or looking up that Hackley School band cover of 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' on Youtube. We're used to the funny looks.
05 November 2008
WE PLAYED LIVERPOOL
Night two!
We just played Liverpool Music Week, supporting our good friends Johnny Foreigner at Bumper. Another no-soundcheck, rusty, start-of-tour show. We broke down the pointless barrier at the front of the stage and when a guy came to fix it, Calum stroked his hair and some kids kicked it back in again. It was funny. Two stage invasions and another big crowd, who seemed into us, but might not have been. At one point I jumped in the air and pulled my guitar lead out in the middle of my favourite bit of our set. What an utter goon. After laying waste to the stage and befriending a bouncer, I went back on stage with Johnny Foreigner and played rhythm guitar for a couple of their songs. Had a blast. Staying at our friend Ellis' tonight and looking forward to a 'Top Chef' breakfast in the morning. G'night!
ps. Everyone go out and buy the Desalvo album Mood Poisoner. We've been listening to it and it's really really great. It's out on Rock Action now.
We just played Liverpool Music Week, supporting our good friends Johnny Foreigner at Bumper. Another no-soundcheck, rusty, start-of-tour show. We broke down the pointless barrier at the front of the stage and when a guy came to fix it, Calum stroked his hair and some kids kicked it back in again. It was funny. Two stage invasions and another big crowd, who seemed into us, but might not have been. At one point I jumped in the air and pulled my guitar lead out in the middle of my favourite bit of our set. What an utter goon. After laying waste to the stage and befriending a bouncer, I went back on stage with Johnny Foreigner and played rhythm guitar for a couple of their songs. Had a blast. Staying at our friend Ellis' tonight and looking forward to a 'Top Chef' breakfast in the morning. G'night!
ps. Everyone go out and buy the Desalvo album Mood Poisoner. We've been listening to it and it's really really great. It's out on Rock Action now.
WE PLAYED MIDDLESBROUGH
We started touring!
Last night, after a weekend of last minute money nightmares, van disasters and general first day slush, we played our debut show in Middlesbrough. My wee sister even came down to see us play. The venue was small and sold out and we rocked a good 'un. Sort of. First night is always a bit rusty. A wee guy came up on stage and played drums for us. He looked terrified. Jen, one of the promoters, put us all up for the night, in beds, with breakfast in the morning. It literally couldn't have been a better start to our three weeks on the road. Thanks Jen and thanks Middlesbrough!
Last night, after a weekend of last minute money nightmares, van disasters and general first day slush, we played our debut show in Middlesbrough. My wee sister even came down to see us play. The venue was small and sold out and we rocked a good 'un. Sort of. First night is always a bit rusty. A wee guy came up on stage and played drums for us. He looked terrified. Jen, one of the promoters, put us all up for the night, in beds, with breakfast in the morning. It literally couldn't have been a better start to our three weeks on the road. Thanks Jen and thanks Middlesbrough!
31 October 2008
WHAT IS THE FRENCH FOR "WHAZZZZAAAAAAHHHH"
Hey punks! And, uh, Happy Samhain/Danzigday/Halloween I guess? SPOOKY CORNERS. I'm dressed as a skeleton right now. Yeah, a fleshy skeleton with normal clothes on. Rinse! But really, I'm wearing a Misfits t-shirt just for the occasion. TRICK OR TREAT HAHAHAHA
ANYWAY, how are you? Good! That's fantastic. Really? Awesome!
THIS PAST WEEK has been busy! We have finished recording our day-bee-yoo album and it sounds RIPPING. Like, kick your speakers in the face, spit on the ground manually, heavy petting in a public swimming pool, RIPPING. So start getting ready for that one. Save your pennies for protective earwear.
ALSO WOT WE DID WOS a BBC session at Maida Vale. I don't know when it'll be on the wireless, but it's for Huw Stevens so CHECKIT! There'll be video of a live performance of Pink Sabbath, too! Is that exciting enough? I DON'T KNOW BUT IT'LL BE GR8.
We're touring our faces off in just three days, so come see us moonwalk all over your favourite rug. We really tie the room together.
Anyway hombré. There you are, that's what is happening, okay okay okay. Also, listen to "No Way No Way" by Vanilla. Byeeee!
ANYWAY, how are you? Good! That's fantastic. Really? Awesome!
THIS PAST WEEK has been busy! We have finished recording our day-bee-yoo album and it sounds RIPPING. Like, kick your speakers in the face, spit on the ground manually, heavy petting in a public swimming pool, RIPPING. So start getting ready for that one. Save your pennies for protective earwear.
ALSO WOT WE DID WOS a BBC session at Maida Vale. I don't know when it'll be on the wireless, but it's for Huw Stevens so CHECKIT! There'll be video of a live performance of Pink Sabbath, too! Is that exciting enough? I DON'T KNOW BUT IT'LL BE GR8.
We're touring our faces off in just three days, so come see us moonwalk all over your favourite rug. We really tie the room together.
Anyway hombré. There you are, that's what is happening, okay okay okay. Also, listen to "No Way No Way" by Vanilla. Byeeee!
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