Monday 24 December 2007

Christmas Burp

The season's best to you all.

Looking forward to our next bunch of alley way sonic brawls, Brooklyn rules.

Figgy pudding.

Saturday 8 December 2007

pics from CG











sniff . cough . burp

well, it's been some time. looks like we've all been on journeys. some near some far, some abstract and some... well, snotty. I have been nursing an explosive and needlessly spotty nose. Still it could be worse. I have not yet sought solace in the dubious pleasures of McDonald's deep fried "Festive Pies" (which, as my dear facebook will readers know I am still viewing with considerable distaste. or should that be disdain.) basically they are like the McDonald's apple pies, but filled with mincemeat and some form of custard. Yuck.

Got a lovely cd of images from Citeh Gallereh and Fireboog. From my friend and co-accortumnite Ola. May post a few up here to give youse all an idea.

Glenn- I trust yer settling in well. Let's make that recording happen. Euan, let's hope that same young neerdowell is charged with cobbling visual obits for less obscure arteests such as her majesty the queen (she's got to go someday right?) Francois, be well young friend, will pass by one day this week. Oh and should I get some fancy pants microphonage from me faculty for above mentioned recording?

last but not least, this month sees the release of a little track called Got Got Need on gorgeous limited vinyl. featuring the drubbing talents of one Mister Eu rodger, it's all pressed up and ready to rock. So get it whilst it's hot.

Dono out.

Themes means Karlheinz

Alas, he has passed. All the good ones do. It's always a matter of time with these guys.
I particularly like newsnight reviews's tribute to him last night. Obviously on hearing of old Stocko's death they dispatched a wondering eyed work experience student to the dusty vaults below White City. He passed the war room, walking on passed the Aunty's Bloomers vault, past the vault made up entirely of footage of Des Lynam's ears, through the underground warehouse containing all the episodes of "Points Of View" where Terry Wogan falls asleep. Past Aunty's Christmas Bloomers where he finally arrived at the soft cardboard box marked "Weird Shit." Inside he managed to find a a grainy old VHS caked in muck.

The clip was played as the credits rolled after Mark Kermode had expressed his disgust in everything from the cultural offerings of the program to the studio decor and host's hairstyle. The clip the director had chosen was a passage of one of Stockhausen's more abstract numbers. It appeared to be played by the crew of the starship Enterprise. Blue velour polo necks was apparently what one wore to "shake shit up" on BBC2 in the 70s. It was so short it didn't make sense, fifteen seconds or so. I know he only died on wednesday but, c'mon Kirsty, sort it out.

I know he's up there, boring god to tears with aleatoric theories.
I'll miss you Karlheinz ol'bor, but not as much I miss Richard Pryor.

Thursday 6 December 2007

A U R E L I E @ The Canteen ?

Some pictures of my new dockside outpost. Hopefully we can get to do some recording/playing here, I've got two rooms in the attic, both of which are big enough for us all to spread out in. The downstairs performance and cinema spaces are pretty impressive too...












Also, I'll be in Leicester from the 11th - 17th December if we can muster sufficient fiery dumplings to lay down some demos.