Kids In Glass Houses Diary

no better lyrics

Tue, 12 Aug 2008 00:00:00 +0100

let me tell you about this four-walled, sleazy, sunk speak-easy low below the thieves and streets welcoming you into a four floor descent, where even good boys need rent and toothpaste for their yellow teeth because the day's pass quickly, high above me it's night forever where i dry and the bar's too busy to get you dizzy and everybody talks in cries because they know no better when the weather never strikes a conversation here we're down in satan's cellar, satan's cellar where they hold the wickedest so dear are you scared of what these four walls could say? if they could speak, would they? yeah blow for blow, they'll sell you out in an italian accent, laced with intent patience is the virtue now because the days pass quickly high above me i'm doomed forever where i sit and the barmaid's quiz me, please forgive me for slurring all my alibis because they know no better when the weather never strikes a conversation here we're down in satan's cellar, satan's cellar where they hold the wickedest so dear where they honour and they drink and they fear dear, they're not looking for your sympathy here where they drink just to drown what's inside dear, they swear the destination's the ride because they know no better when the weather never strikes a conversation here we're down in satan's cellar, satan's cellar where they hold the wickedest so dear you know the fortune teller reaks of leather - he stole your wallet now he knows your name yeah, he's a future seller: not too clever cause he worships at the cistern here. --------------------------------------- yay. new(ish) songs for the win. that ones about this hilariously dodgy bar in soho. they seem to have a slight penchant for mafia dons and crime lords. the drinks are warm, which is more than i can say for the reception i got at the bar. anyway, the song is the b-side for saturday, which came out yesterday. please go buy it in any or all of it's myriad forms. cd or itunes. itunes or cd. itunes AND cd? yes. also, we're playing the lovely london town on saturday. camden barfly. matinee show. doors at 12. we'll be hitting off some fun time tunes! full japan report to follow. glossy pictures. the works! it was the time of our lives. aled xxx Posted by Admin

all good action movies get a sequel./..

Wed, 23 Jul 2008 00:00:00 +0100

...and seen as though our last tour was about as blockbusting as anything sir arnold of schwarzenneger ever put his inconsiderately long name to, we felt it needed a bastard offspring with a bigger budget, an all star ensemble cast and more explosions. the sequel is upon us. so fearne, the lovely fearne, did unleash the exclusive news of our second headline tour of the year and it's going to be bloody smashing. we're playing the fucking astoria, man. shit's a dream come true. also, much to our sex peeing, we're finally playing cardiff. officially and properly. not a secret show in le pub that you couldn't have gotten into with a police warrant. not our drunken friends, irresponsible drunken house party, which you could only get out of in police custody. a real show. in a real venue. in the ACTUAL cardiff. thanks to all of you for voting for us over at kerrang. we're in the running for best single for 'give me what i want' so get on your digital space-hopper and bounce your little ass on over to www.kerrangawards.com so that we can be forever immortalised in kerrang history and take home a glorious metal K. if we win awards from magazines starting with I, G and H, our mantlepieces could be a talking point at our opulent, celebratory dinner parties. we'll all laugh heartily and slap our knees as i carve up a nice slab of bambi or babe, whilst i bathe my tired, gong accepting feet in a vibrating bowl of £100-a-jar caviar. we're also playing a show for kerrang in camden barfly and tickets are on sale so go hunt them fuckers down like rabid dogs. today i visited a sunny london town to iron out the last of my paperwork for our first overseas jaunt to japan. i got a glimpse at our flight details and got giddy at the thought of flying because i'm totally obsessed with it. what's more, we're flying with BA (yeah, this is the part where i shamelessly laud these capitalist, eco-ignorant pigs, maaan) which means free drinks for all 11 and a half hours of the journey. 2 beers at 35,000 feet and you're pretty much rocking it like ronnie wood with a 19 year old soviet cocktease (oh!) waitress. i actually love everything about flying. airports. paying over the odds for stuff in the airport that i wouldn't buy anywhere under normal circumstances... a prime example would be toblerone or fruit pastilles... IN A BOX! all very exciting to me and well worth paying £38 for. aeroplane food. winner. compartmentalised trays. winner. duty free magazine. winner. pissing off the person behind you by reclining to a trigonometerrific 160 degrees, just as they try to pull the foil lid off their orange juice. winner. movies on a plane. winner. snakes on a plane being played on the plane when you're scared of snakes. fail. so yeah, you could say i'm looking forward to that. japan is going to maybe be the best time ever. i never even thought i'd visit it. here's hoping bill murray and scarlett johansson are in our hotel. in recent weeks, we've had some pretty killer things happen. we played t in the park, which was nothing short of a bloody revelation. a million people came. that's right. one million people came to see us. it was bloody fantastic and it was a travesty having to leave the stage. thanks for everyone who turned out for us instead of watching scouting for girls who, to be fair, got a bit of an ear-bashing from my loose lipped onstage excitement. i'm sure they're bothered with their gold discs and impotency inducing pop-schlock and illogical lyrics that give further optimism to the tragic belief that elvis's fat ass isn't dead. i got to live a childhood dream and watch stereophonics from the wings. got a free haircut and discovered that alphabeat are some seriously awesome dudes and dudette. as well as playing, i got to see justice! they blew my fragile little mind. despite watching them on my own in a tent brimming with 15,000 revellers who, it became abundantly clear, were off their merry chops on the good-time-tic-tacs. either way, i danced a little bit and generally be'd in awe of them being much good n stuff. also saw band of horses, the hold steady, my morning jacket, lightspeed champion, fucked up, vampire weekend, mgmt and, of course, rage against the machine. all of which were american (or british or canadian) dreams. good times. discovered that if you drink enough cans of the juice based relentless drink, you can urinate glowing toxic waste with its own electrical current and provide yourself with artificial light in times of poorly-lit portaloo need.lesson learnt. also, andy of atticus was kind enough to let us borrow his auto assembling tent. fantastic piece of kit. innovative design. throw tent in the air, tent is erected. bosh. done. end. however, what the baffling instructions don't explain to any semblance of clarity, is how to put the little fucker down, and by god, we tried. battling through the comedown of 3 days and nights wired like a commodore 64 on relentless., we tried for an hour to follow the diagrams and instruction, which were about as much use as the tent was when it decided to rain... i.e. none. at one point the diagram seems to show the tent turning into a 4 foot peach. with this in mind, we drove the 8 hours home with a half erected tent laying precariously between driver and backseat passenger. good effing times. our video for saturday is doing well on the tv and i think it's topped a chart or two, which is always nice. do continue to vote for it so it stays there for a whitney houston/bryan adams length of time. it's out on august the 11th and it has a NEW SONG as a b-side. it's called 'satan's cellar' to me, but a printing error has put it down as 'no better'. both kinda work and i'm sure you don't need any more trackname based confusion, but i just can't resist. but yeah, please go pick it up and spin it all the time. day and night. had a bit of a cgi orgy over at cineworld this week. saw kung fu panda (skadoosh) and wall-e. the former is a hoot and reinvigorated my love for monsieurs hoffman and black. the latter was nigh short of a fricking masterpiece. i'll definitely be going to see it again. in a feat of complete wrongness, i found myself oddly attracted to a largely featureless, floating robot with LCD renderings for eyes. her name is EVE. this is no ordinary disney crush. this is not ariel the smoking hot, redhead mermaid or belle and her meandering curiosity and dalliance in bestiality. this is a floating white robot who speaks like a daft punk record. i don't know how they did it, but she really got me in the end. what else is there? GO BUY TICKETS TO OUR TOUR AS OF 9AM!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE we played itunes fest. it was h'amazing. the fruits of our labour are for sale on the itunes store. they took 6 songs, including good boys, easy tiger, give me what i want. they're live from our set. i chat shit and sound like i'm singing on a treadmill as i carry a backpack full of bricks and brass ornaments, but it's all good. it gives it character. so you get songs and character all for the princely some of £3.49. character usually costs a shit load and there's never any guarantees. also, as if all my christmases came at once, fred perry decided to offload some of their beautiful garments onto us (thanks, you fucking lovely people) and itunes were nice enough to give us a very, very neat ipod touch each. some days, the perks are a real kicker. i think i'm going to wrap this up like a cheap burrito. thanks for all coming out to the shows. please, please, please go pick up a ticket to the tour tomorrow. we'll be announcing supports very soon and we have some frankly KILLER shit going on for this next tour. it's going to be non-stop from doors to death. oh yeah, check us out in this month's rock sound! funny pictues. the fro was unwisely embraced and there is now damning photographic evidence of it. meh. some people have mentioned hearing us on an advert for callum best's new mtv show. this is true. they'll be using girls for the shows theme song and credits and so and so forth! sorry we're not playing newcastle, your town or barnstaple. unfortunately, them's the breaks for now. we're trying our best to get around everywhere but joel's only allowed out of his oxygen tank for a limited period of time, so we have to use this precious commodity wisely, fairly and economically. you just can't win them all. i know. i tried. ok. i'm going to bed because this is absolutely ridiculous and the longest thing i've written since i left school. niiiiiiight lovers xxxxx aled Posted by Admin

germany needs YOU

Wed, 09 Jul 2008 00:00:00 +0100

so its about time we got all international on yo ass. it would make us smile if you could go , scroll to the very bottom, and vote for easy tiger on delta radio. that goes for germans and non germans alike! get voting! in other news, on august the 16th we'll be playing an afternoon show at camden barfly for the kerrang awards week. we head up to t in the park tomorrow so we shall see y'all then. joel xxx Posted by Admin

VOTE FOR US AT K AWARDS

Fri, 04 Jul 2008 00:00:00 +0100

ok, so i've been learning bohemian rhapsody on every instrument in the world and i'm taking a break to ask for help. not with the solo, with this whole voting thing for the kerrang awards. here's a step by step guide to winning us a gong guh gong gong gong. if you're still on dial-up i pity you. this will likely kill you and your computer. 1. open up a new tab or window on your respective browsers. if you're using internet explorer, you're a damn fool. yes, i'm nerd enough to have browser preference. 2. insert "www.kerrangawards.com/awards/" into the relevant text box. this is what we in the know call a "hyperlink". hitting enter or the green arrow will result in you embarking on a magical voyage through cyberspace and cybertime. when you get to that site, read step 3. do not read it a second before or bad things will happen. 3. "oh no! i have to type my details in this awfully time-consuming and intrusive form?" that's right, sport. just enter your deets, quit your whining and move on with your life. it asks for some personal info but it's nothing to risque and there's no need to use the word 'inches' anywhere, so you're fine. you don't need to ask the bill payer's permission. 4. aah, progress. you will now find yourself in the foyer of opportunity. a precipice of potential award winning glory. in this grand entrance hall, you'll find a number of categories. now, technically, we are deserving of all of those. HOWEVER, we do believe in a level playing field and want to give other bands like metallica and rage against the machine a chance to win stuff. thus, we are only asking you to vote in 4 categories. greedy? yes. bothered? no. 5. to begin, click 'best british band'. oooh, another text box to overcome. type 'kids in glass houses' here. if you find yourself typing the name of another band, you're doing it wrong and you need to hit backspace until it goes away. remember now... kids. in. glass. houses. no substitutes, no mercy. click submit. 6. voila. good deed number one is complete. kerrang says thank you. "THANKS FOR VOTING KIDS IN GLASS HOUSES Click here to vote again" if that bit says "THANKS FOR VOTING BULLET FOR MY VALENTINE", go fuck yourself, idiot. 7. repeat this process for the 'best single' and 'best video' (type 'kids in glass houses - give me what i want' in both categories). 8. finally, click on 'best album' and type 'kids in glass houses - smart casual'. double check that. is it right? good. submit that sucker. 9. ok, when i said finally just now, i was lying. now that you've mastered the wonders of a voting system, exploit it like robert mugabe. that doesn't mean i want you to plunder your country's money and leave the population to stir in abject poverty. neither does it mean i want you to murder the competition and it's followers (although...). no. i jest. it just means i want you to vote for us over and over because you can. 10. feel proud that we might be in with a chance of winning a metal K. if you do this regime every day for 2 weeks, you'll drop a jean size. on the real, though. we'd really, really appreciate it if you could take the time to vote so that we're at least in with a chance. you guys have been awesome for us in the past and we have complete faith that you can come through this time. winning an award is a testament to your support for us, so, technically, YOU'D be winning an award for being an awesome supporter. everyones a winner. thank you in advance, comrades! news on winter tour sooooon! saturday video sooooon! aled xxx Posted by Admin

pizz+rock=no

Wed, 25 Jun 2008 00:00:00 +0100

Hotel Review Holiday Inn, Shepperton What they say: Warm and friendly staff, Modern architecture set in 11 acres of grounds - 8 mi from London Heathrow Airport. What we say: nice pool, sauna and jacuzzi and all that shit. too many men wandering around the dressing room in their birthday suits, conversing idly and nonchalantly as the bell tolls. dressing rooms did benefit tremendously thanks to shampoo, conditioner AND moisturiser dispensers. alas, none of this even comes close to the ingenuity of this hotel's piece de resistance. a miniature, 10 second tumble dryer for your soggy speedos. from soaking to smoking in 10 seconds. i shit you not. the rooms were nicely air conditioned. bed was on wheels which allowed for tricky and exhausing but rewarding drives to and fro the rest room. nice biscuits and tea set BUT 2 biscuits per twin room seems a little, shall we say, stingey? yes, let's. luckily, i share with a vegan and most good biscuits are made with butter. victory is mine. the 11 acres, to be fair, were faultless. we perused their epic grounds for chitter chatter, sing alongs and it accomodated us graciously and comfortably. staff were generally warm and friendly, with the exception of one gent with a chip on his shoulder and a superiority complex, that i presume is part of the genetic make-up of the glorified-bar-man job he occupied. it baffled the mind. just because we don't have briefcases (or did and didn't need to bring them on this occasion), he saw fit to treat us like imbeciles and miscreant youths. how rude! anyway, he made our lives a living, confusing hell when we tried to order food past the ungodly hour of 11pm. when shay actually claimed his £10 pizza, we discovered, in support of our suspicions, that 'authentic italian fire smoke oven', is actually sheppertonese or holiday innish for 'microwave'. monumental fail. the breakfast faired better. the scrambled egg residue was intriguing, at best, however. there's a lesson to be learnt - don't cook egg in trays that are 1 cubic metre. i can't fault the hash browns. i ate 6 and each was as gloriously unhealthy and delicious as the last. the toasting machine wasn't so much a toaster as a machine that breathed hot air onto my bread for 1 minute before spitting it back out 1 degree warmer than it entered. the croissant was lovely and the lady who worked there gave me a paper. what a doll. i can't dispute the fact that it is 8 miles from heathrow. it really is. 4/5. so we spent our tuesday filming saturday. over and over and over and over again. it involved 4 costume changes; transcending the space/time continuum. you just can't beat a nice 16 hour day. i don't want to spoil the video for you folks. it truly is a spectacle. wait until you see us in our 80s get ups. iain cuts some serious flashdance shapes and it's all a bit miami vice, with the exception of shay, who was a perm and a cock habit short of being julia roberts in pretty woman. my cuncertainty as to what espadrilles actually were, was alleviated when i was told i'd be wearing a bright yellow pair of them. they are, as i kind of suspected, those shoes i really hate. they were a necessary evil and compromise. the yellow espadrilles facilitated the salmon pink blazer. we filmed in shepperton studios. apparently it's quite famous and they've filmed such stormers of brit-film such as notting hill, about a boy, bridget jones, a muppets christmas carol ... i rest my case. sadly, hugh grant wasn't wandering or loitering in the back seat of any cars with a hooker. so yeah, it was an informative and fun day. we'll be doing an xfm session in london this friday, which will go on air at 5pm. tune in, tune on, check out. aside from that, we're just hanging around writing new songs. we'll be in koko in london on july 6th. it's a show for itunes and every lucky person who gets into the show will get a free ipod! that isn't true at all, but it will be a bloody laugh. speaking of laughs, we played a house show on saturday in cardiff. it was the 30th birthday of our dear friend, rae. please leave her birthday condolences here. she is now a really, really real adult. save your breath played with us and there were movielife covers flowing than quadruple vodka, cherry lambrini and cranberry cocktails. a cocktail i have sinced nicknamed 'from russia with cystitis'. in the meantime, keep enjoying the summer. wear suncream if its sunny. wear a coat if it's raining. don't eat pizza if the base is not tomato. bbq sauce does not a real pizza make, heathen fuck. clean your fingernails if they're dirty. listen to haunts aaaand vote for us in best band, best live band, best single and best video at the kerrang awards. if they invent any other awards we could potentially win (longest blog by a band with little chance of winning anything else, for example). pretty please with gold bullion on top?! thaaaaaanks. love you aled xxx Posted by Admin

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Mon, 16 Jun 2008 00:00:00 +0100

frankly, a little disappointed at the half baked hostility we received at download this year. we expected a tsunami of full, caps on, glass beer bottles and all we got was some shockingly inaccurate attempts at destaging me and they weren't even constant. only one bottle hit me. one! even that was a deflection off the monitor and it only grazed my shin. what's a guy gotta do to get a little concussed at britain's primary rock shindig? the best attempt was a bottle of tango (piss poor drink). i hear some people got nailed by milk shake and ice cream? i envy you. as ever, our preparation for festival times was a bit slack, at best. upon our arrival saturday afternoon, we had no tent pitched and no real motivation to do that. consequently i ended up borrowing a hotel room floor from (thanks danielle!). sunday night was less fruitful and i spent it in the back of a renault clio. they look bigger than they are, and they don't look big. good times. either way, thanks to all of you for coming up the hill to see us. we had epic fun all weekend. there were several thousand people more than we expected and our stage was a little under 1600 miles away from the rest of the festival, so that was a promising result. put the damn festival back on the track like last year. all that's left to say about the festival is the drinks were very free, fearne cotton kicked my ass at guitar hero and lostprophets played the set of their lives. seriously killed it. we're filming the video for 'saturday' on monday. i'm rather excited. this one is set to be better than the last. it involves time travel (it's not back to the future) and i'm just gonna leave it at that. so i've been listening to TLC and for some bizarre reason, my grey matter seems to have retained - verbatim, no less - the entire rap section that lefteye (rip) spits/spat in waterfalls. i've got some serious chops as a rapper and sometimes i feel like i'm wasting my ghetto-potensh by singing and not getting my hip hop on. shame i can't remember how to count or succeed at trigonometry. meh. if any of you folks are around london (water rats) next tuesday and are intererested or into iain's side project, dirty leaves, are playing there. i'm going. you should go. we've just had some sweet plans for the rest of the year fed to us. i can't divulge too much right now, but we'll definitely be doing another tour of these parts at the end of the year (including places we didn't play last time and other places we've never been before). we'll be leaving the country also and hitting up some our european neighbours for some foreign frolics. weeee. keep your ears to the wall, folks. oh yeah, our merch is now online so go on over to our store and spend some bones on all our new merch. oots xxx aled Posted by Admin

stone cold jane austin

Sat, 07 Jun 2008 00:00:00 +0100

my eyes are burning like i've rubbed vicks in my cheeks and i can barely lift my fingers to live up to being the blog wizard that i wish to be. i'll soldier on, regardless. unbeknownst to me at the time of my blog-a-day promise, our internet access (and general windows of recreational time) on tour was slight and, consequently, yielded only one measly blog. singular. shocking performance and i kicked my own ass over it. we're slackers and we hate ourselves like kurt cobain. boohoo. unlike previous tours where we'd wile away pre-show hours by spending money on crap like 'how to change the name to your songs and still annoy people months later' by Get Auverytt, this tour was seasoned with a lot more press stuff and talking about ourselves - something we're really, really, really good at because we love ourselves, obvz. rofl. lolz. so yeah, deepest apologies for the lack of gossip and chit chat. on the flip-flop, this does mean i can just pool my tour memories into one big, mammoth-blog, dedicated to tour. this will be exclusively photoless, due to the aforementioned, 'glasgow atrocity'. leeg did not commandeer a camera for the rest of the tour, however, he did commandeer several bottles of jack daniels and rode them like pissed off bucking broncos from manchester to london. i've been unfashionably well-behaved on this tour and exchanged my usual penchant for post-show drinks with a post-show pot of jelly with mandarin (winner); or a post show bowl of rice krispies multigrain (double winner). this headboy-like display of angelic behaviour did allow me to collect several litres of russias finest export by the london finale, which allowed my friends and family to celebrate my cunning and foresight in blissful, slurring, lo-definition. that is to say, after london - shit got messy and we got rendered. the reason for this, purely, was that the tour (you know? the one we just did? yeah, that one.), well, it was the best tour we've ever done. mainly because you handsome people came out to the shows and threwdown with us every night and made us happy to be us, onstage, in front of you. it was actually incredible. excusing the first two shows (which were, nevertheless, equally awesome), we sold out every show. i'm not one to pick favourite shows or single out one crowd from another. every show on tour blew our minds and it's incredible that there are that many people interested enough in what we do to leave behind the house and books. to contradict my previous statement completely, i will nominate london as (probably) my favourite show ever. scrap that. it was the best show we've ever done. reading included. it was the biggest headline show we've ever done and it was sold out and everyone seemed to be up for a good time and i can honestly say, hand on heart, i've never ever had so much fun playing a show in my life. it was incredible and we owe you all for showing us such a good time. our album wound up at the dizzy height of 29 in the album chart in the first week. if we were mika, our camp, primary coloured, shit-song-writing, freddy-mercury-bastardized ass would be dropped, but luckily, we're us and it's absolutely out of this world. we didn't honestly expect top 40. yeah, we crossed our fingers a bit and held out hope, but it exceeded all our expectations and we even shankedour dear ex-girlfriend, ashlee simpson. i'm sure she doesn't care. she's hot, married and up the spout and we're haggard, single and just-plain-fat. 20 big-ups for my overuse of the hyphen today. --- <3 i'm a bit sad that valencia have gone. it's weird living on top of people for 3 weeks and then them going. potentially, it could have been a nightmare and we would have been forced to blow seven kinds of smoke at them. fortunately, they were all totally stand-up guys an we had a blast with them. particular highlights were the daily arguments about who's nations was better. they got pretty heated and i'm not sure who won. i think it was us. yeah. it was us. we have better chocolate and we spell 'colour' and assorted similar words with a 'u'. we even got to hang out on the beach in portsmouth. thank you shane, brendan, george, jd and max. you're alright in our books. i have to wrap this up. i've just been told i have an interview at 6 and i'm sat an hour away from cardiff, 10 minutes from a train and about an hour from being presentable. whoopsy daisy. thank you all very, very, very much for your support from day one. the fun starts now so we'll see you in festival season. aled xxx Posted by Admin

one more sleep

Mon, 19 May 2008 00:00:00 +0100

this is probably, like, my tenth tour. i still don't feel like i'm a seasoned and accomplished suitcase packer. i've packed 22 tshirts to cater for all eventualities (namely, my innate drink spilling sensibilites - i just can't keep things in the cups). i have 5 pairs of jeans, of which i will probably wear, at most, 2. despite knowing this potential space saving factoid, i will not unpack 3 pairs. no siree. i'm a glutton for choice. i have 20 pairs of socks. 18 of which are white, which most people seem to think is a faux pas, but if its goot enough for MJJ, it's good enough for me and it's certainly good enough for you. i have 12 pairs of pants. now, this is a dilemma. i'm away for 18 days, so you do the smelly crotched math. what this means, is that at some point, american apparel will be making a good 50 english bones off of this ill-prepared traveller. add to the mix 4 pairs of shoes, 2 towels, some pyjama bottoms (out of respect for our american guests), some random toiletries and you've got a pretty loaded red suitcase and a pretty solid and unecessary idea of what little grasp i have of reality. there are still the unchartered depths of overcoats and winterwear to consider, in the event of any brisk changes in the ol' temeperature. so many variables, people. so many. this tour will be our first time on a tour bus. those behemoth, motherfuckers that sleep like 1600 people. it'll be a bit like noah's ark but with less civilized animals, less couples and, tragically, less beard. in fact, it'll just be a whole lot of man and a whole lot of bewheeled metal. nevertheless, it's going to be a riot. i'm actually schoolboy excited. we're leaving at 12am wednesday morning, so i feel a bit like i should be going on a french exchange trip with school to meet my penfriend, claude deschamps... except that we're going to middlesborough and i don't know anyone there. usually these blogs serve some constructive and higher purpose that relates, in some way, to you helping us to achieve something or me informing you of some golden little nugget of shinfo. this one's different. i just feel like talking because i've had like a case of diet coke and i'm climbing the walls in anticipation of tour. earlier today we worked on a new set intro. we figured that our black or white intro had expired - for the time being, at least - and that it was high time for a new, more cinematic entree to our delicious main course. it's a goody. trust. we also slung together a playlist or two to keep y'all and y'us entertained between bands at the shows. expect a lot of mid 90's gospel, r'n'b, hip hop and house. feel free to contribute ideas toward songs you'd like to hear at our shows and we'll read and ignore them accordingly. actually, i found a reason to post this. our singles out today. give me what i want, i mean. you know the one. go and buy it or something. hell, buy a few and make a mobile for your baby sisters crib or fob it off as a set of coasters and a belated birthday present for your mother. also, save your breath - our brethren from newport and it's surrounding trenches - have just put up 3 new tracks of exceptional quality and pop-punk savvy. go enhance your life a little and jam them into your head. i managed to maneuver my way onto the 3rd song. no prizes if you spot me, unfortunately. knowledge is reward enough, i think. but yeah. killer tunes. www.myspace.com/saveyourbreathband. in preparation for tour, i've taken on the mantle of the sober, designated driver. consequently, i've been finding alternative ways to spend my evenings and days. it's actually shocking how much you can do in a day if you're not pre-occupying yourself with the perils of beer gardens. i tidied my room and found some cds in a bit of my car that i didn't know existed. 3 years of mysterious disappearances solved. i managed to catch a fair few films at the picturehouse. namely, iron man, charlie bartlett and smart people. all turtley coolio iglesias. i have more use for this blog yet... a few of you have been curious about the HMV instore. well, frankly, so am i. but here are some facts i've coerced: - it starts at 4.30pm. - it is FREE. no need for wristbands. no binding, obligatory purchase clause. - we'll be playing a few songs full band and then signing albums and whatever you fancy. we've signed apples in the past. be creative. ice cream? equally, so as not to deprive the rest of the country of our awkward and stuttery company, we'll be hanging about before and after shows if you want to come and say 'holla' and chill with some exceptionally cool gentlemen. i think some shows have designated meet and greets, even. that's good news for all, huh? hang time is good. hang time is goooood. it probably won't be as good as the high school basketball tv show of the same name, though. i can't compete with the tubby, loveable rogue that was theodore 'teddy' brodis, or the feat of genetic engineering that was julie connor, femme-baller extraordinaire. see. anyway. i hope y'alls exams are passing without any depressing incident. if you need any help revising the romanian infrastructure, joel is your friendly and cooperative native. if you ever feel like revision is just getting too much for you, type 'ticketmaster' into google, then 'kids in glass houses' in their respective search slot, you will see that we've been kind enough to hold a succession of seminars and lectures on all manner of helpful, exam related subjects. it costs like £8, but it's probably worth it. for your future's sake. i'm off to listen to naughty by nature, cause i'm down with o.p.p. yeah, you know me. have a pleasant day. aled xxx Posted by Admin

gladiator cop

Sat, 17 May 2008 00:00:00 +0100

sauntered on over to a pretty fucking tropical london on sunday to see glassjaw for the second time that weekend. it was off the chain, my friends. off. the. chain. i met a lot of you folks too, which was nice. spent the latter part of it wondering what quadrant of space jared leto's wardrobe came from and wearilessly bashing some ellen page detractors. she is not a one trick pony, man, and her accent is fucking fine. the blackout were pretty stellar, what with the fire lighting bondage demons from space and stuff. honestly, i had a proud younger brother moment watching them. they were the macaulay culkin my doting, starry-eyed kieran. also, saw jack white in the lobby of the hotel looking like he'd borrowed j-lo's ass for the weekend. anyway, i'm not here to review give it a name festival or study the build of white stripes, i'm here to rally some love. give me what i want has been added to the radio 1 B list, which is kind of a ridiculously big deal and a bit of a shock. we're now as famous as nelly. batter uuuup. i digress, please drop those dj's some mad texts when you hear me singing' give me what i want' incessantly like some sick, spoilt, shitbag of a child. i'm pretty excited at the moment. the single is out on monday. the album is out a week later and we go on tour wednesday. finally, my year can officially begin. incidentally, as joel mentioned, our album is now streaming over at nme.com. there's a whole process you have to go through. it's pretty stock and you should know how to register for any site in the world by now. you don't need anyone's credit card because it's not porn, but it's probably about as satisfying for your ears as it is for... you get me. we've had some insanely nice feedback from you and we're all really touched. even iain, our resident aj was flattered. it's pretty awesome that everyone has a different favourite song. it was kinda the desired effect, so i'm stoked. i whiled away my evening watching films with bad titles - purely to see how bad they were. the highlight was probably 'gladiator cop'. it's a story of reincarnation, revenge and really good fucking hair. like samson good. check it out. it's got swords and was evidently sponsored by heinz. the cleanest, straightest blood splatter you've ever seen in your life. after that we tried to watch double whammy.it sucked. we settled to tremors 4, which was an odd prequel to the unexpected tremors franchise, and set in the wild west of 1889. it was oddly populated with chinese and red indian cowboys which seems slightly inappropriate and brought about a few questions about the historical accuracy of the piece. alas, what it lacked in authenticity it made up for in knee slappers and clinical, harrowing, film-making prowess. seriously, if you want to see just what can be done with a camera, 14 dollars and a bunch of styrofoam worms with teeth, this is the very puppy for you. then we watched the lion king with a glass of milk and went home as confused, emotional wrecks. apparently our faithful legions of street teamers and word spreaders are laying waste to some of the UK's fine cities tomorrow. do go help them if you're at a loss for something to do or just want to go out and meet like minded individuals. kind of like speed dating but a bit more productive for us. you may meet your future wife and what a story to tell the grand-yous. to all of you who are on that mission, thank you so much. we totally appreciate your efforts to make us bono big and we'll repay you one day with mad favours*. i don't know how much it's been mentioned on the ol' bulletin boards, but we're playing a full electrically charged set at HMV in cardiff on the day the album comes out. that's may 26th for those of you without filofaxes or time knowledge. it kicks off at the school friendly hour of 4.30pm and you could probably be home in time for revision later that night... if you cram. we'll be playing some new songs and signing the record or anything you put in front of us. unless it's other people's cd's because that's just weird. do i have other news? do i? natalie portman got a boyfriend. devendra banhart, i can no longer enjoy your twee stylings. damn you. look, i don't have anything else to say but i'm bored and feel like rambling. has anyone been watching the apprentice? i think raef bjayou is the messiah. the man is impeccable. i give up. i'm going to bed. i'll see you all on the road. go spread the word about the tour and the album to all and sundry. smooches aled xxx Posted by Admin

merch

Thu, 08 May 2008 00:00:00 +0100

gutten tag. i left for iain's new apartment on thursday last week, with the intention of attending a mild house warming. i got home at 12pm today. enough said. before our recent attempts to redefine the boundaries by which we live our sorry lives, i managed to find time to throw together a few merch designs while i was concentrating (watching in her shoes) in my studio (bedroom). the fruits of my labours lie beneath. please do have a look through with those pretty eyes of yours and let us know what you think. we do value your opinion. the customers always right and such. actually, that's horse shit and not a statement i live my life by, but all thoughts are appreciated all the same. on the topic of opinions... the backlash cometh. apparently we were better before we got 'famous'? what the hell kind of sentence is that? i can't believe that even graduated from your brain to the computer. why were we better beforehand? we had less songs and we did less stuff. since we got signed or famous or whatever, i learnt to cook, which means, domestically, i'm on top of my game and better than ever. ergo, you are wrong. so what if we changed a song name? we have a good excuse, which is more than you have for pissing your pants over it and liking us less for such a trivial and irrelevant reason. go change your y-fronts, polly pissy pants. as you can see, we have tote bags on the stove. cooking away nicely. we decided to get a little more lady-friendly. our leaning toward sexist merch production is not something i can tolerate anymore. we're even getting girl fit tees. in more jovial and constructive news, a new track off our album is exclusively up on bebo (i know...). it's called good boys gone rad. some of you have already heard and said some rather positive stuff, so thank you very much for that. gold stars and barney stickers all round. i don't really know what else is going on due to the after-effects of the aforementioned party i attended. i did manage to catch css live which was a party and pase rock. if you go to www.play.com and search us, you will see that our album artwork has been uploaded. sneeky. if on the other hand, you go to http://www.nbc.com/Saturday_Night_Live/video/play.shtml?mea=229476, you will see that jonah hill is much cooler than our artwork. he's only 6 years old. tour is in 2 weeks. i can't fucking wait to see you people. xxx Posted by Admin