Hey hey! Just popping in to say hello and that we haven't forgotten about this place., We've been immersing ourselves in a new found sounds... lovely new sounds. Focusing in on the kinds of noises that we really want to hear, and having fun applying that pallet of sounds to existing songs. Great sounds that you just don't hear bands using.

On the other hand, we've also dusted ourselves off and left the building once or twice. Found ourselves at the absolutely superb Ian Dury biopic, inspiring stuff, and liquid lunch with none other than Beth 'Garfield' Rettig.

We're really keen to finish off this last batch of tunes and get back to gigs. But we also have to put the finishing touches to the DVD. We've also booked some time with Mr. Kim this week to do some editing on Letters From Imercia. The story is told now, we just need to give it shape.

Hopefully we'll be playing at the Brave Exhibitions AIDS Awareness fundraiser in March but nothing else confirmed as yet. Alright for now then. Take is easy. XXX



SteamPunk ?

Tonite tonite... dig out your steam powered drinking trousers and your clockwork smoking lungs... something of an accidental SteamPunk themed night tonight @ The Albert in Brighton. Excitements! Should be a really great night of conducive / complimentary / contrasting musics...

Those delighful SteamPunk Troubadours Trousseaux:

The Mekano Set (that's us)

Weimar-era Indie cabaret punkers Bird Eats Baby will dazzle your eyes and ears with an acoustic set of constructivist anthems:


Mr. DJ Laurence Dean (Fokka Wolf / Not For Resale) will play for your pleasure, platters on gramophones / stereo radiograms.

In summing up: a night of exotic electrickery...
"Beneath the beach, the pavement."


Brought to you by Whoops! Kev Kilter and Please Make Sense. Sponsored by Long Pig, Sweat and Tears. We do it because we love you dammit.

8.30 'til L8-30 @ The Prince Albert, 48 Trafalgar Street, Brighton, BN1 4ED

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Saw in the New Year throwing shapes with Beth @ Hope and Anchor. Me and Ruse may have drank 'til dawn. Now I know why my legs hurt. Just not sure how my clothes ended up covered in mud. Here's to a fresh start. Happy New Year!

See you at The Albert on the 20th: