Recording Session Tomorrow – Maximum Overload

We’re sneaking under the radar, we’re doing it so surreptitiously that you hadn’t even realised that we’re already in your pants, and we’re making swift headway past that hairy bit to your ears. Like a crack commando squad of crack commandos we’ll crank it. There will be a booze… there will be a noise… and at the end of it all, there will be a couple of tracks ready to take you back to when music was something more than your Gran humming to Slipknot. Ed’s twisted his whole face off in anticipation, and Andy has been chasing badgers to work off excess energy. It can only mean… Pisco 3… better, wetter, and a damn site quicker.

“Wheelie Bin?” he said, and I said to him, I said, “Sayid,” I said…

Oi!

Didn’t you miss us? Did the whole internet not realise we’d not been around for a while? What’s wrong with the world, I don’t know, really I don’t.

Ok – the state of play… I’ve bought a house with Libby, Andy’s replaced his building site with something that actually looks like a house, and Ed’s moved house… to Leeds, for some crazy reason. So Pisco routine has changed, but we graft on ‘cos we’re cool. I’m still an AC, Ed’s new on Wednesday, and Andy’s Captain Planet. Piscorp, aka The Empire Rooms, aka ‘Bloody Piscorp’, is a divine and sanguine place, designed to eek the finest music from the pores of all and sundry. Dylan – oh yes. The Fall – yes. Doctor Who – fuck yes. New age tuneage:

Blood Orange – calafornia uber alles, but mit fruit and strange house groove. Probably bad for the children and not one of your five a day.

Dictator/Eddie Amin/Poll Pot Wood: Narrative, rambling, oh – a van, dead. Mighty fine, a Piper special. We await the next one in 2009. But worth the wait.

Jimmy Loxley – Raw, apparently, said one Sheffield sound man. A bit shouty, but… GASP… shouty Pete. Parental advisory – 2 x fuck.

Would You Excuse Me, Madam: Andy takes the seedy personal, and pulls out the slimy political, but why…? Who knows. ‘Tis in 6/8 on a good day. On a bad day its like 1982 all over again.

… and many more. Songs about gods and lovers and cheese and Roberts… sorry, robots. And so we progress until next time woop woop.

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