What better way to mark the arrival of our 10th anniversary than by crafting an overblown, self-indulgent, self-referencing load of self-aggrandising noise? Well, loads of better ways, probably, to be honest …
It’s said the only certainties in life are death and taxes, but what about sickness, suffering, solitude, and the fact that your favourite show will always be cancelled while “Mrs Brown’s Boys” gets another shitting series?
Are we there, yet? We’re bored, tired, and the only thing keeping us from leaping out is the fact that we’re travelling at 117mph. Well, that and the bloody child locks are on. I swear, if this isn’t over soon, words will be had. Rude ones.
Are you lonesome tonight? Are restrictions too tight? Is the lockdown just driving you mad? Have you stuffed yourself full? Bored right out of your skull? Have you lost whatever grip that you had? Don’t worry. You’re not alone.
Look, we know that we’ve been away for a few months, but we’ve got a REALLY good excuse and, while we are loathe to play the organ failure card, we do have to say: ORGAN FAILURE. Unexpected, moderately inconvenient, dropped-out-of-the-sky organ failure.
They are often referred to as the “thin blue line”, although many have implied over the years that the line might in fact be somewhat thicker. Not us, of course … we’d never stoop to making such a crass insinuation.
It is often said that Christmas is a time for peace on Earth, and goodwill to all, but it seems that neither the year itself (or a substantial number of people living in it) have actually gotten that message.
Hey, kids! Stop snogging, and pay attention to me! ‘Cause if you’re a wild-eyed loner standing at the gates of oblivion, then hitch a ride with us … this really IS the last freedom moped out of Nowhere City. Don’t tell your parents!
We’d like to take the opportunity whilst announcing our brand new song to reassure our friends and relatives that this song is not, in ANY way, about you … unless, of course, you don’t share it, in which case it is TOTALLY about you.
Journey with us to a decade of flared trousers, energy crises, and cocaine abuse as we bring you our very first song; “Disco Bitch”, the tale of a dancer with a serious attitude problem and a callous disregard for nightclub etiquette.
It’s getting very busy around here! Song 6 (code name: “Miaow Miaow”) is recorded, mixed, and ready to release on June 29th (despite what the typo on our Facebook page says), and there’s still more to come!
What can we say about Nic? A lot, but as we’re not ones for the usual platitudes that do a man no justice we’ll instead refer to our friend as a Whovian, a lover of things Apple, and the kind of maverick who has persistently refused to register a pulse for the last two years.
After a few false starts, technical problems, and unforeseen cock-ups, “Disco Bitch” was finally played on last Friday’s edition of Stonewall Toda’s Skitxty Minutes on eatmusic.co.uk. If you didn’t catch it, you can listen to the show on Mixcloud (it’s around the 22:30 mark).
Make it a special Father’s Day this year with our fourth song; a driving rock classic that’ll have your dad’s blood boiling the next time he gets behind the wheel and, hopefully, make him want to run over that twonk presenter while he’s at it.
Just a quick update to let you know that “Disco Bitch” will be on Stonewall Toda’s Skitxty Minutes at 11pm tonight on eatmusic.co.uk, so don’t forget to tune in … and, if that’s not enough, our fourth song will be released to the site tomorrow!