14.06.10

So we have a brand new song for you, a gift. Listen to it, keep it, save it in a box for winter. It has a long title inspired by a book I read in Shropshire called The Cruel Sea.

We’re playing shows this week in York, Manchester, Bristol, and Exeter. We’re playing new songs, the best we’ve ever written, and sounding better than we ever have.

Germany was full of black beer, hot drives and cold lakes. Cheese and bread. Bruises, blood and poo.

When I was a small boy I thought every signed band was rich and that tours across the water were the stuff of dreams. I soon discovered i’ll be poor forever, but touring is the stuff of dreams. I get to play music which is mainly nonsense and caters to 8 people’s taste (3 of which play in the band), and I get to go to Europe, (well Germany, and France a bit and Sweden once, but mainly Germany), get fed and given more gin and beer than I can make go in me.

The new songs we’re playing are louder and weirder than ever, they will give us the commercial power of a super hero fox resuscitator with a sidekick daddy longlegs with legs too long to feed itself that dies in the first comic (and even fox resuscitator can’t save)

Come and enjoy us - or at least do what I do at gigs and stand at the back and look grumpy then don’t buy any records or tell the band I thought that they were really any good. The British way, the best way. We’re not promising any commitment that we can’t follow up. So what if we don’t come back again - I never rocked my head back and forth like a idiot at a gig and then shouted drunk into anybodies ear, that’s the way, so come along and join the weird world of us.

See you this week in England. Adam

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