Been a while since I last blogged. Can’t be arsed basically, but there’s been some events in motion, so may as well record ’em.

‘The Fortress and The Fatalist’ has gone off to the great big iTunes heaven in the sky and should be released in a week or so, artwork included. Very strange… I’ve no idea who will buy it or listen to it randomly. It’ll probably depend entirely on the reviews and if people think the record is good (or shit). The CD side of things has been more complicated, what with me having to learn how to use InDesign completely on the fly and working through hundreds of images to find the best ones that suited the piccy/lyrics/stuff idea. Which was pretty vague to say the least. But it’s looking rather nice and colourful, we had space for thank you’s and hello’s. Job done.

‘Who’s Wings?’
‘They’re only the band the Beatles could’ve been!’

We spent yesterday rehearsing in the sweatiest, most evil rehearsal space known to man. I felt like I was about to pass out from heat exhaustion during a rather long bit of playing. Absolutely buggered, I was. Took quite a while to get to, but it was clean. That’s a really unusual thing for a London rehearsal space. Most of them look like they’ve been befouled by Ostrich rapists. The place was also locked down like Fort Knox with the exit code being the date of the Battle of Hastings.