Here is our album version of Taro Taro Taro!
Its coming out on the 8th of July on Upset! The Rhythm. More info HERE
We're going back to France this summer! Rachel made this poster for the tour!
We're going to be travelling around with Reveille, who are awesome, we're really excited to be going back and hope to see some familiar faces. We'll post the dates on here as they get confirmed, we can announce that we'll be playing with MARNIE STERN in Paris on the 23rd of June! OH YEAH.
Other dates fall between the 21st of June and the 8th of July or thereabouts. More info soon!
ALSO: Nico Marcel finished mastering our album this morning, he's done an amazing job and we can't thank him enough for all the hard work he's put into it other the past few months. It'll be coming out on Upset! the Rhythm in June, hopefully in time for the tour!
Jack made a video for Cold Pumas and their excellent song, 'the Modernist Crown'. Go to coldpumas.tumblr.com for more info and to track down a copy of their seriously good debut album.
Speaking of which, ours is in the later stages of mastering. We've listened to it a million times already and can't wait to release it this summer. In the meantime we'll have a song or two out there soon. Its been mixed and mastered by Nico Marcel, who has worked for Francois and the Atlas Mountains, Verity Susman, and other greats.
We had an amazing time in the Philippines. Playing without Gill felt a bit weird, its hard to go back to playing as a duo. But this was an opportunity to play in front of Rachel's HUGE family, so it couldn't be missed! And despite some nerves we had a lot of fun playing. We met some great people at our show in Manila, there's some exciting things happening over there, and we really hope to go back!
Highlight of 2012!
So the Earth's poles didn't flip, and we didn't all die in 2012, phew!
If we have to pick one highlight from the year it has to be the strange encounter we experienced in Charleville-Mézières, the home of Rimbaud and a major hub of European puppetry.
There we were, half way through our set in the back room of a very lovely bar called Le Baratin, on the riverfront and close to the Musée Rimbaud. We broke into 'Comet', a song that sticks out of our set like a Pagan's sore thumb, with a bit of dirt under the nail and a paper cut from a book of dark spells.
All of a sudden a figure appeared out of nowhere at the front of the crowd. Long white bedraggled hair, a flowing white shirt and dark leather trousers. Was it Patti Smith on her yearly pilgrimage to the town? No, it was just a strange woman who had seemed pretty uninterested in our songs until now. She took to the floor, slowly rocking her head and giving us all some intense eye-contact in the opening bars. This is what she had been waiting for, but would it live up to her expectations?
It did. With fists clenched she gave in and immediately became one with the music. In the breaks she let out guttural yelps and screams to the gods of rock n roll. She hunched her back and thrust her crotch to the beat of the drums, her hair over her face and arms above her head. We hadn't even reached the first chorus and there was already a space emerging around her. The room was hers and all we could now do was provide the soundtrack to her metamorphosis. We were scared.
And so the music went on, we glanced at each other and looked towards our tour-buddies, Ros, Rachel and Jonathan in the hope of some moral support. But all they could do was laugh. We hit the chorus and she erupted in a frenzy of pure, uninhibited emotion. Which emotions exactly, we will never know. After the song she gave a cheer and stumbled out of the small crowd. We carried on with our set, and she went back to the bar not to return.
We didn't talk to her after the show, but she was there hanging out with a few other eccentric locals, including a person we'd nick-named "grunge man", since he'd approached us early in the evening proclaiming his deep seated love of the genre. This is him, note that his style isn't really very grunge.
If we have to pick one highlight from the year it has to be the strange encounter we experienced in Charleville-Mézières, the home of Rimbaud and a major hub of European puppetry.
There we were, half way through our set in the back room of a very lovely bar called Le Baratin, on the riverfront and close to the Musée Rimbaud. We broke into 'Comet', a song that sticks out of our set like a Pagan's sore thumb, with a bit of dirt under the nail and a paper cut from a book of dark spells.
All of a sudden a figure appeared out of nowhere at the front of the crowd. Long white bedraggled hair, a flowing white shirt and dark leather trousers. Was it Patti Smith on her yearly pilgrimage to the town? No, it was just a strange woman who had seemed pretty uninterested in our songs until now. She took to the floor, slowly rocking her head and giving us all some intense eye-contact in the opening bars. This is what she had been waiting for, but would it live up to her expectations?
It did. With fists clenched she gave in and immediately became one with the music. In the breaks she let out guttural yelps and screams to the gods of rock n roll. She hunched her back and thrust her crotch to the beat of the drums, her hair over her face and arms above her head. We hadn't even reached the first chorus and there was already a space emerging around her. The room was hers and all we could now do was provide the soundtrack to her metamorphosis. We were scared.
And so the music went on, we glanced at each other and looked towards our tour-buddies, Ros, Rachel and Jonathan in the hope of some moral support. But all they could do was laugh. We hit the chorus and she erupted in a frenzy of pure, uninhibited emotion. Which emotions exactly, we will never know. After the song she gave a cheer and stumbled out of the small crowd. We carried on with our set, and she went back to the bar not to return.
We didn't talk to her after the show, but she was there hanging out with a few other eccentric locals, including a person we'd nick-named "grunge man", since he'd approached us early in the evening proclaiming his deep seated love of the genre. This is him, note that his style isn't really very grunge.
When we got back that night Gill went to bed with some life size puppets.
Such good memories!
WE ARE IN THE PHILIPPINES!!!!
This is us with some Tarsiers, real ones are actually much smaller.
We've been staying on an island called Bohol, where we've been going round to different peoples houses eating lots of food. Yesterday we met a man who was 101 years old. When you reach 100 in the Philippines you get 10,000 Pisos from the Mayor. The Mangos are amazing.
We're playing an old skool duo gig in Manila on the 12th of January!! Its at Route 196 Bar in Quezon City. So if any Manila dwellers are reading this, please come!!!
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