I’ve moaned and whined like a little bitch about Proper Music Venues a fair bit in these pages. Tonight was a salutory reminder, however, that there’s more to life than just eating pies and complaining about the sound system.
The Northern Monkey is essentially still a pub. Once upon a time known as The Dog and Trumpet and latterly by another name that totally escapes me because I… >> continued
Ah… pub gigs. The bread and butter of any workaday band who has given up on loftier callings. “Pub rock” is the kind of withering epithet flung at any band that is loud and kind of blues-y, but it also speaks to the wheels-within-wheels snobbery in the local music scene.
Basically, you have “proper music venues” and you have pubs that put on bands. Weirdly, proper music venues are… >> continued | 4 Comments
Fontacular!
It was 1997. Britain was accelerating into the future… riding the crest of the youthwave unleashed by Tony Blair’s election. In shops and post offices up and down the land, people were talking about the novelty communication device that would soon change the landscape forever – the fax machine. At home, dads were… >> continued | 1 Comment
….is the greatest album I’ve ever been involved with. 10 tracks of unsullied musical bliss. Go buy it. Now. You could even be the first person to pay for it. Think about that. You’d be part of rock history.
This bastard took 16 years to get around to recording. Mainly because we’re too cheap to pay for proper recording… >> continued
Sometime around 5 years ago we effectively stopped being a live band. Prior to that, we’d done hundreds of gigs over the course of a decade. Then we gradually ground to a halt because, well, nobody was listening. >> continued
As we’re regaining our live feet, one of the things we’ve remembered is that getting gigs is such a fucking bore. You have to try and make contact with the kind of guys that book gigs, for a kick off. >> continued | 1 Comment
