filling in the deets

25.9.2008

feeling verbal. let's give this a go.
it's high time for a structureless tirade.

so thanks to all you scallywags who attended our video shoot and braved/sailed the tropical (or not) storms that have been battering our poor country like a chip shop sausage. we actually all had an absolute riot. the stage invasion was a particular highlight and brought back a lot of memories that are not even mine. they're probably someone else's who's been involved in a lot of stage invasions. i've only ever been involved in 3, so i'm no slut. miraculously, our gear escaped unscathed and still produces something that resembles the sound we require. a massive thank you goes out to sam at le pub, who was kind enough to give us her lovely (and pretty un-french) pub for the afternoon.

the video'll be done soon. it'll be on tv slightly less soon. the single will be out even less soon, at the start of october. the artwork looks like the 20th anniversary edition of flashdance should have. that's a good thing.

we're playing europe! we're going to get in so much trouble that we can't talk our way out of, it's not even funny.

jared leto and the other 30 seconds to marseseses beat us to best single because jared leto is a ridiculous, mind-bender who hypnotized the country into thinking his songs are as good as his films. they're not. i jest. i am merely toying with you and the handsome man's legacy. well done them. i just wish he'd get on with making series 2 of 'my so called life'. i miss thee, jordan catalano. rub off the eyeliner, stop taking your protractor to the hairdressers, get your nirvana togs back on and let's get our teen angst on. either way, thanks very much to you guys for voting for us and for getting us to the awards in the first place. the free drinks, scantily clad femmes and our table (between metallica and slipknot) were all ample rewards for your efforts. sadly, the awards did throw me a bit of a curve ball. we had to pose with a snake. my good god alive, i am scared of those legless demons. it took every fibre of my restraint not to cut the slippery fucker's head off with my invitation and dance in his cold blood until he was nothing but a shitty draft stopper. death to snakes everywhere.

i'd like to clarify, contrary to kerrang's recent report... we were not the first people at the party. we didn't skip in, either... we glided in with clueless, red carpet abandon at the calculated hour of 8, so there. it's fine. we forgive kerrang because we love them like sisters and brothers. we did however, skip gallantly OUT of the awards several hours later. we skipped out under the paternal wing of our friend sailor jerry, who stole our minds and dignity and sent us off to meet people we look up to, in bands we admire, under influences we're ashamed of. bad idea. bad, bad, bad idea.

so our tour is fast approaching and we've all been busy taking our jeans in. we'll have some new merch and all that stuff. i can confirm that the support for the shows will be a juggling panda called ling wong. or not. we're still fine tuning the details. some people have cunningly emailed me personally with an ingenius 'you can trust me' tagline, as a means to cypher information from my vulnerable finger tips. if i've learnt one thing about the internet that isn't how to increase length and girth, it's that the internet can not keep a secret. i can't keep a secret either, so if i were to give in to the internet's seductive calls, we'd all be fucked. be patient, my darlings, and you shall find yourselves blessed with the information soon enough. so yeah, go buy them tickets, lovers.

we did a pretty neat acoustic set at kerrang radio in birmingham. there are some videos on youtube. if you search 'extreme - more than words', that's us. some competition winners came and hung out and we sung some songs, which included a beating heart baby cover with 10 minutes notice. preparation is your friend. thanks to everyone who came to that. it was nice chatting with you and basking in the greyness of september.

we're currently in the practice room writing some new songs, some of which will probably get a bit of an airing during the october tour. maybe. we've pretty much picked up where mozart left off so expect good things. i'm actually really excited. the new shit is better than the old shit. and the old shit was the shit. oh shit! y'know? some track names we're playing around with include 'me me me', 'skeletons' and 'pick flowers not fights'. they'll probably change by the time we play them, though...

so if us being amazing wasn't justification enough, there's now the added temptation of seeing how we've already fucked our careers by diversifying our sound to accomodate our new neo-classical-progy-doom-folk whims. not really.

shay and iain are djing swansea on thursday. if you don't go, you're a frickin' stupid.

i will, henceforth, be extolling the glory of blog on my very own blog aswell. it won't be so band specific, so if you only want to hear about our musical endeavours, you need not care. if, however, you feel the need to hear me rant about off-topic shit from time to time, then go add www.myspace.com/goodboygonerad. yeah, the song was actually named after the page. not the other way round. imagine that!

in case some of you didn't hear it last week. our metallica cover hit radio 1 and was deemed (by small miracle) to be 'the hottest track on the planet'. it was a cover of fade to black, which wasn't so much a cover as a complete nu-funk overhaul/remix/jam. it'll probably make its way onto our player at some point, so keep an ear out. some metallica fans didn't share zane's enthusiasm, however. i've chosen a couple of my favourite comments from a metallica forum i found. here's the pick of the bunch.

the moose: "way to rape a classic song. disgraceful"
i wouldn't call it 'rape', per se. we had permission. if anything, we went out and got wasted with fade to black, she took us round to her house and we did the dirty. it wasn't romantic or attentive or pretty. we woke up the next day and wanted to die for a second time.

lex-icon: "BRB, have to suddenly puke"
i believe this to be an unfortunate coincidence that is all down to timing. alternatively, maybe our heinous rape crime on the song impregnated a metallica fan and caused them to suffer morning sickness. if st. anger was a reality, then this theory is at least a mild possibility.

immortal_justice: "oh dear god no. WTF is this. Kids in glass houses have taken a metal masterpiece and destroyed it."
first up, who knew that someone called immortal_justice would have an affinity with the WTF abbreev? i feel, if anything, you are doing US and immortal_injustice. when i crashed my volkswagen polo, that was me destroying a metal masterpiece. this was merely us breaking your heart by totally ruining everything you loved about your favourite bands song. get it right. metal masterpiece indeed!

Sly Dog: "they wont be able to play the heavy bit at the end....they're too shit"
this is, in fact, very true.

so to conclude... as expected and enjoyed, all the metallica purists want to shoot us in the hands and heads. we'll sleep with one eye open.
kids in glass houses loves you. love is, incidentally, a fourr lettuhh wuurrrrd.

i think i've spoken enough shit now. i'm done here.

xxx
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