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I haven’t blogged in a while cos I’ve been getting me some new duds.

I’m pretty sure that anyone who keeps up this music thing for as long as I have stands on the piled corpses of scores of bands and projects that imploded before they really saw the light of day. More often than not, you pour your time and effort into a venture for just about longContinue reading “The one (more) that got away”

I might have finally become a dull old twat but it’s not that bad yer knar. Many moons ago a mate of mine said that I wouldn’t be anywhere near a competent musician until I was about 40, and now at 39 I rekon he was probably right. It could have been feeling too desperateContinue reading “Dull old twat”

A few months back, Shannon Pearl burnt some sage and asked the tree gods for a bass player. The next thing I know I’m stood on stage at Lindisfarne Festival with her thinking, “how the fuck did this happen?” – and not just because of the shrooms. Gig 2 in this eery ensemble was aContinue reading “Manifest this”

In ‘Capital’ Marx establishes an analytical framework in which to dissect the market economy which evolved into the neo-liberal capitalist system we all know and love and hate today. A key feature of this being his ‘General Formula for Capital’, in which Marx outlines the nature of transaction from commodity (C) to money (M), aContinue reading “Capital”

Gone and snapped me pinky, ‘aven’t a? Looks like root notes for me, son. A bit rooty goodness for a bit, pal. Nee frills. Proper bass notes them, man. Looks like root notes for me, Jim.

So I’m knocking about listening to this new vocal loopy thing thinking all like, “it’s alreet that like son.” when I hear that investing a year and a bit into selling condiments for a funk-rock band has finally started to pay off with festival invites where I can offload some prime spice onto a captiveContinue reading “Shannon and the Hot Pearl Sauce”

If it wasn’t bad enough that that smug fucking clown who runs Spotify was only paying me o.34 bastard pence per play, now he’s investing the money he grifts off musicians on death machines. Fuck them, I’m out. And while I’m on it, fuck Instagram as well. Everyfucker told me I really needed to beContinue reading “Fuck Them.”

So last year Gladdish get’s up in me grill and is all like, “put some bass on this ya prick”, and I’m like, “aye gan on then son”. We waggled our fingers about a bit then some air come out his gob that landed on the mic.