New track Aminal up on our myspace. Next gig = Tuesday June 3rd @ The Good Ship, Kilburn. With visuals and infra-sound by HRT!

And a fucking hello to you too! Oh yes.

But you're not actually going out dressed like that are you?

I'm still here.





Following three weeks without any kind of sensible sleep or food. Another hard drive bit the dust. Typically, on the same day we receive a rather scary gift in the form an iPhone... It's all gone gloriously manic once again I guess. No time to stop and think. You just have to get on with it.







An excellent recording session on saturday. A day out on sunday, an excellent Flame On gig / house warming at Flame House. We're not in a rush to gig but there's a couple of possibles including some summer festival dates. Yes, seriously.







I've also been patching together copies of latest 'lost' mixes for the recent batch of CD orders - some recent stuff is maybe gone for good, but the likes of Something, You're The One and Hope from the recent live sets are safe thank fook. I'm waiting for the go ahead from Garfield for copies of Reel / Invisible (those songs are never going to go away are they? Goes to show you that it's not just about production!).

We're walking through a market place that's like a vast outdoor cloak-room. There's a music festival going on a little further along. They're using mirrors to make things appear bigger than they are. The stage is a huge tilted mirror. There's about thirty people all sat on the ground. I can see my brother backstage larking about with The Horrors.

"How do you know The Horrors?" I ask him when he joins us.
"They work in the same supermarket as me." He says.

Beth hands me a package. It's got "my brother's little brother" in it. He's tiny. I hold his tiny hand as we walk through the coat-hangers.

We have a TV in our house for the first time in two or three years. I can't believe the utter shit I've been missing out on. The liquid insults that are 'adverts' for liquid filth I cannot believe. We've got 200 channels and it's the same utter shit day and night.

I'm watching Children of Men again on DVD and In Search of the Miraculous on youtube. And I've just run out of fags. And it's 5 am. And I'm struggling to do more in the time allowed. Trying to sort out the new CD. I've re-recorded some of the vocals, they're maybe a bit too big and harsh. Taken some bass end off - ridiculous that you get more bass end in a voice than a bass guitar. Still working on the bass sound too, it sounded better a couple of months ago not sure what's gone wrong there. But I'm really happy with the arrangements at the moment.

We're back! Aren't we?

Rightyo then. First up, Cat has some snaps from the fucking hillarious Space gig @ Flickr.com



And a merry fucking ChristMass to you all! XXX