NEW TRANCE

Later this month we will be releasing New Trance, the first single from our new album. 

New Trance will be available from all the usual online music stores and streaming sites, and will have a glamorous new music video to go with it. 

New Trance was one of the last songs we worked on before going into the studio. When we headed to Karma it was a half written thing known only as the "Smiths Song", due to Mikeys Jonny Marr-esque lead guitar parts in the choruses. Working with producer Shane Edwards we increased the tempo of the original track and added a large slice of beef, I finished off the lyrics while we were in Thailand, and from a list of around eight potential titles christened it "New Trance". 

One of the consistent themes on the album is new technology, and its effect on our lives and personalities. It may seem like a silly, almost shallow thing to even consider, but I don't think it can be underestimated. You would just need to look back in time ten to fifteen years to see how massive an effect things like smartphones and social media have had on people, individually and socially. If we don't all take a moment now and then to think about what we are doing and how we are letting these almost universally accepted advances in "communication" into our lives we may soon pass a point of no-return. 

New Trance is a song about the hypnotising effect of smartphones. I myself often wonder how much more I would get done if i didn't have one. I find it hard to concentrate when my phone is nearby, when there are emails to check, news websites to read and random pictures to view. I get frustrated and angry with myself when I notice that I've been sitting doing nothing for half an hour because my phone has gotten hold of my attention. I complain that I never have enough time to do and learn new things, but then waste so many hours staring at a 6-inch screen. For me it's a sneaking feeling that I'm missing something. I will be sitting reading a book when I hear my phone buzz, I ignore it, but then in the back of my mind I start to wonder if that buzz might be something important or exciting. I'll decide that whatever it is, it can wait. But then that original feeling remains and distracts me until I give up reading and check, just to get it over with, using the logic that the quicker I can see that its nothing important the quicker I can get back to what I was doing. But it never quite works out like that. I know a lot of people who suffer this more than I do, and I'm certain that there are millions more all over the world, and that many of them will never notice it is happening to them. There is a global epidemic of distraction sweeping the earth, if we are not careful then nothing will ever get done, we will remain trapped in the one moment, afraid to move, the human race will turn to stone. 

NEW TRANCE

I'm starting on a new life, an arms length from my face, 

in HD hyper-vision, twenty four hours a day, 

I join the conversation, but I don't have anything left to say....

Always an alibi, 

Always a reason why I'll never leave

Always an alibi, 

Always a reason why I'll never leave

My eyes have turned to glass, I don't know when I last blinked, 

all out of new sensations, we don it all again, 

I am bewitched, I'm spellbound, my new Medusa won't let me escape, 

Always an alibi, 

Always a reason why I'll never leave

Always an alibi, 

Always a reason why I'll never leave

Always a reason why

Always a reason why

Into the Wilderness

We had an incredible year last year, we played a lot of shows, in a lot of countries, and wrote a lot of songs, before eventually heading off to Thailand to make an album.

But it wasn't all plain sailing, there were a few "interesting" moments along the way. It sometimes blows my mind that we managed to pull it off without any major casualties. 

I shall withhold the names so that the interested parties can keep a little dignity, but here are some of the truly special moments we endured, I'm sure those that know us can guess the culprits of each....

• Someone blacked out and went missing in Bangkok the night before our album recording began, so had to be taxied to the studio on their own once found. This person may also have lost a lyric book on that same night. 
• Someone got bored after being home for a few weeks so attempted to do a little DIY. They failed, and managed to set their arm on fire with a petrol can. At a later date, while once again back home and bored, this same person managed to break a ladder and get stuck in an attic. Its best that this person is never left home alone. 
• Someone thought they were a modern day Steve Irwin, so started messing with some killer jelly fish, only to end up being stung and hospitalised.
• Someone hates mosquitos. They hate them so much they bought every type of mosquito repellent they could find, from creams to sprays and incense sticks, and decided to use all of these things at once, in a poorly ventilated room. This person briefly went blind. 
• Someone misplaced a passport while in Switzerland, and didn't realise it had been misplaced until the passport had made it halfway across Germany in the back of a van. With half of the band in Germany, and the other half in Switzerland, a mad dash against the clock commenced, with flights and ferries to be caught and vast distances to be covered the odds were against us, but somehow we pulled it off and all made it home. But this leads me to my next point......
• Someone, with the threat of missing a ferry and being trapped in Holland looming over them, decided to go rouge and try board said ferry on foot as it was about to depart. They were caught and threatened with arrest, but managed to charm their way out of it and he, along with a van full of gear, was then allowed to board. 
• Someone grew frustrated with a confused taxi driver taking us in the wrong direction while looking for a house on the outskirts of Bangkok, so decided we must all vacate the taxi in a traffic jam and walk down the middle of the motorway into on-coming traffic. Ten minutes later we found the house we needed and were sitting happily with iced gins in hand, laughing nervously about how it had all worked out for the best while we each sat secretly trying to figure how were had managed not to become Thai roadkill. 
• Someone discovered a free bar at a Belgian music festival. Eight hours later that same person was kicked out of the dressing room of a popular 80s pop combo for trying to "borrow" a coffee machine while draped in Belgian flag. This person was very ill the next day. 
• And a special mention must go to a member of the extended TMT touring party that kept us all on our toes for the whole year. This brave soldier managed to do many adventurous things, ranging from simply putting a hole in his own hand, to locking himself in the back of a van, at an airport, with the engine running, resulting in him almost arrested as a suspected terrorist. At one point our van was hit by a dangerous driver, so our hero chased them down like a ninja warrior and kicked off their wing-mirror. Yes, he may have ended up in the back of a police car, but our scratched van was avenged! 

Our new single will be released later this month, so the whole operation is about to swing into action once again. This year promises to be busier and more intense than last, its going to be a hell of a ride, we hope you can join us, and lets see if we can all make it out alive.

G

Настоящая любовь

Other than a few random "It was great!" quotes in a few rarely read interviews we've never really said anything in detail about our trips to, and relationship with, Russia. So in keeping with our new spirit of saying more words about more stuff, I think now might be a good time to go into it.
I apologise in advance, this will boring and of no merit at all, it is simply a list of things that happened and long overdue love letter...

I think I first heard of Fyodor Dostoyevsky when he was mentioned in a Sartre novel. I was obsessed with Jean Paul Sartre. So anything mentioned in a Sartre novel I would undoubtedly go out and investigate further.

I bought a second hand copy of Notes From The Underground and a new romance was born. I began devouring everything by Dostoyevsky I could get my hands on, Crime and Punishment (the book and BBC film), Brothers Karamazov, The Idiot, the whole lot. It would often take weeks to get through a single book, and glorious weeks they would be. I'm not sure if it maybe had something to do with me being from a small town, in a small country, but I loved the vastness of these novels, the epic landscapes, the unhinged characters and almost unbearable psychological torture in every situation. When I finally finished a book I felt so sad at having to leave all of these people and places that had taken over my life. When I had finished with Dostoyevsky I moved on to others, Tolstoy, Gogol, Turgenev, Bulgakov, Grossman. I read more into the history and setting of these novels, I even wrote a song called St Petersburg, all about my desire to run away from mundane every day life and flee to the darkness of Nevsky Prospect. Russia became my "thing". Other people liked cars, or collected vinyl or played sports, whereas I had Russian books. I bought a full length great coat and grew a beard.
I'm not quite as intense (and odd) as I was during this initial period, the coat has been binned and the beard shaved off, but I am still a lover and enthusiast.

So alas, it felt like a kind of poetic coincidence when our first ever major tour happened to be in Russia, starting in the depths of Siberia and moving slowly west. In all honesty I had never heard of some of the unpronounceable cities we were to play on that tour, but they have come to be some of my favourite places on earth, and home to some of the most incredible people I have ever met.
Those first shows, when we supported Placebo in a selection of huge Ice Hockey stadiums will always be some of our best ever. I'm not really sure quite why we had such an amazing and instant bond with the audiences at those shows, I guess the people in the crowd will be better placed to explain that than me, but we were humbled and amazed. Having played tons of small shows around the UK before this Russia trip we had grown accustomed to subdued and reserved audiences. A few head nods and Twitter follows coming from a show was a real success. In contrast those Siberia shows where pure chaos, glorious mad energy and enthusiasm, we fed off of it, and loved it. We came home from that tour as a better band, the Mirror Trap that takes to any stage today was born in Siberia. On arriving back in Scotland we wanted to go back straight away, but sadly the logistics and finance involved in taking a small and poor Scottish rock band into the middle of Russia where too huge for us to do it quickly.
One year later we were given the chance to return, and to play in Moscow and St Petersburg, two cities we missed out on the first trip.

That second trip was a real whirlwind in which our feet barely touched the ground, we flew in for two days, played two shows and didn't sleep at all. In St Petersburg we played our own show, to a small but wild crowd of people. During our one day in St Petersburg I managed to squeeze in a four hour walk all around the centre of the city, I went over the bridges on which so many great literary scenes had taken places, I stood in front of great palaces and drank coffee in small cafes, this was a dream come true. The following day we met up with Placebo again to play a show in Gorky Park. Gorky Park. Gorky freakin' Park. Boys like us don't get to play to ten thousand people in the centre of Moscow, it just doesn't happen. But then it did, and it was surreal, incredible but so surreal. I don't think I was really in my body during that entries 45 minute set. We even had a little "cat walk" at the front of the stage, I felt like Mick Jagger!
We went from the show straight to the after show party, we drank and danced and made fools of ourselves until 7am. We piled into a taxi, were taken to the airport and were home before we could blink.

We are still in contact with so many of the people we met on those two trips, and are extremely grateful for the support we have been given. We have our new album finished, and are in the process of arranging a year of shows. We will be coming back to Russia. I don't know where, or when, but it will happen, and if it is anything like our previous trips it will be incredible.

спасибо!

G

Silent Men EP

LITTLE EASE-

We've become dispensable, a generation lost, 

pack your bags we're moving out, there's not a place for us.

Kicking me, kicking me, you keep kicking me harder, 

Kicking me harder when Im down, 

Kicking me, kicking me, you keep kicking me back to the ground... 

I fill my lungs, and I scream for freedom, 

I want to but don't have the words, 

I want the rush, and I want the fury, 

we're statues when we're standing still. 

I've been feeling colonised, taken for a fool, 

led by men who see me like the shit thats on their shoes.

Kicking me, kicking me, you keep kicking me harder, 

Kicking me harder when Im down, 

Kicking me, kicking me, you keep kicking me back to the ground..

I fill my lungs, and I scream for freedom, 

I want to but don't have the words, 

I want the rush, and I want the fury, 

we're statues when we're standing still.

I don't know why not.

KILLING TIME-

The tragedy of our lives is that we don't get to spend enough time

doing those things that remind us all that we're human, 

I'm staying out late at night, I'm getting up early just to make things right, 

I didn't lie when I said that this would be forever.

I don't call, but neither do you

we're killing time, but what else are we going to do.

Another life that I forgot, I split my head so I can spill my thoughts, 

and twitch in my sleep from the memory of something better.

I'm giving up all I've got, you're kisses fail when you smile so hard, 

I want to be the one to make you whole, to make you happy.

I don't call, but neither do you

we're killing time, but what else are we going to do

The tragedy of our lives is that we don't get to spend enough time

doing those things that remind us all that we're human, human human human.

SILENT MEN -

Twenty five years on the factory floor,
George was quiet, George was strong,
He had a family that treated him like a king.

The lifeblood of a coastal town,
The one place for sons and fathers,
Its going to have to move with the times.

They thank George for his years of service,
And tell him its time he was moving on,
He says "Im fifty seven years old, where am I gonna go?"

I was born and I will die in this town
I was born and I will die in this town.

Twenty five years on the factory floor
Twenty five years on the factory floor,
I want twenty five more.

He signing on, because there's nothing else,
A proud man in a desperate time,
He doesn't want to be a burden.
They tell him "George, your going back to school, you're gonna learn how to use a computer,
We'll make a modern man of you yet".
He says "Im made of sinew and bone, I pay my way with my sweat
If I cant keep my family warm then kill me now".

I was born and I will die in this town
I was born and I will die in this town

Twenty five years on the factory floor
Twenty five years on the factory floor
I want twenty five more.

He was always an operator, never begging from no one, he just wants to go back where he belongs.
He was never an aggravator, never begging from no one, he just wants to go back where he belongs.

I'll see you when I get back home
I'll see you when I get back home.

AFTERDARK - 

I was a regular outside the station bar, 

but no one would see me catch a train. 

I was the holder of your cigarette, 

but I'll be gone when you turn around.

I go out, to make friends, to get some understanding

I don't like the bright lights, I come back home.

I was a rider of the circular

with no thoughts to where I'm getting off.

I will fall in love with everyone

that I see staring back at me. 

I go out, to make friends, to get some understanding

I don't like the bright lights, I come back home,

you lead me on, I fall back down.

I don't have an opening line, but I'll try.

Will I get to come inside, if I wait all night. 

I go out, to make friends, to get some understanding

I don't like the bright lights, I come back home,

you lead me on, I fall back down.

AMERICAN DREAMS - 

Tell me do you mean a single word you say or are you just leaking words

giving it a name because everybody says, 

"its the time for growing up"

I love you, I don't care, I'm excited, I despair, 

say is this the dream America? 

We can share our fears, you've got issues, are those tears? 

say is this the dream America? 

Tell me things to make me feel better, better, 

tell me Im alright.

I love you, you make me feel better, better

get me through the night. 

Watching from the front as a generation falls, looking up from bended knee, 

I would rather die as a failure than a trier, than be just another casualty.

I love you, I don't care, I'm excited, I despair, 

say is this the dream America? 

We can share our fears, you've got issues, are those tears? 

say is this the dream America? 

Tell me things to make me feel better, better, 

tell me Im alright.

I love you, you make me feel better, better

get me through the night. say is this the dream America? 

We can share our fears, you've got issues, are those tears? 

say is this the dream America? 

Tell me things to make me feel better, better, 

tell me Im alright.

I love you, you make me feel better, better

get me through the night. 

The Strange Death of Pigeon Chest....

Pigeon Chest was the most beautiful boy in the history of the world. His bones were a perfectly sculpted marble, wrapped in the most delicate sheath of immaculate pale skin . His hair and eyes were dark and wild, a thin layer of muscle tensed and contracted with his every move like some wild forest creature.

He was adored by girls and boys alike, he made the young feel alive, and filled the aging with a desire to consume him, to feed off of his youth and vitality. Pigeon Chest embraced the attentions of all, and made time for everyone, he lived to be celebrated and was never short of a captive audience, all he needed was two eyes fixed hungrily on him, no matter of age or gender.

Pigeon Chest was a romantic, a real modern dandy, and would only meet his enchanted lovers in one destination, free from the confines of the real world, just outside of the city, untouched by modern hands, far from parents, rules and television screens, a place the local children had whispered of for generations, a haven that had come to be know as called Death Walk Bridge. The story goes that this crumbling old crossing, with its burst of greenery, like the hair for an old mans nose and ears, had once covered a stream that on one June day a teenage bride-to-be, unable to live with the idea of losing her purity had thrown herself into, never to surface.

Pigeon Chest liked this story. No matter what lover held him he would always close his eyes at the point of ecstasy and picture the bride, forever untouched, the barer of a will he could never muster.

His lovers would come with gifts, they would try to impress him with stories of their wealth, intelligence and strength, those that could would offer to take him away to some romantic city and treat him like a prince until the end of time, but Pigeon Chest would not go. Commitment was a crime he thought, and lasting love a made up burden, another shackle on pleasure and joy and he would never allow himself to fall into such a trap.

Then one afternoon Pigeon Chest arrived at Death Walk Bridge, his pockets as empty as his mind, ready to come to life, but this time no suitor was waiting. He stayed there alone for hours, and when darkness fell he sighed deeply and returned home.

Normality returned the following day, and the day after that, and for many days ahead, the gifts and adulation as heavy as always. But then there was another day where he was to wait alone, then within the same week another. These lonesome hours under the bridge were building with each passing month, Pigeon Chest would sit for hours on the stump of some ancient tree, looking into a small pocket mirror, questioning every mark on his pale face. The more he looked the more he found, the tiny lines around his mouth, the darkening skin bellow his eyes, every new blemish was like a hard kick to the ribs. One day he tried to calculate when he had taken his first lover, it was no longer months, but years. It was not a fault of his that he was now alone, it was the fault of time, age was not wisdom, it was decay.

Pigeon Chest stopped going to the bridge. He couldn’t handle the rejection. His days and nights were filled with nothingness. He tried to read, but he hated every hero, hated the romance and full lives of the characters. He would sit in front of the television, but found the perfect bodies off all that crossed the screen to be a mockery of his former glory.

Pigeon Chest came to life in the eyes of others, he needed the mirror of a human eye to see himself clearly, so when those eyes were gone he was as good as dead.

One June day Pigeon Chest went back to Death Walk Bridge, with a dusty half bottle and a short length of rope, he stood on top of the old bricks, and in a moment of calm resignation he stepped forward to meet his bride.

 

STAY YOUNG IN WORD FORM....

AMERICAN DREAMS

Tell me do you mean a single thing you say,
or are you just leaking words?
Giving it a name 'cos everybody says,
"its the time for growing up"

I love you! I don't care! I'm excited! I despair!
Say, is this the dream America?
We can share our fears! You've got issues? Are those tears?
Say, is this the dream America?

Tell me things to make me feel better,
tell me I'm alright,
I love you, you make me feel better,
and get me through the night.

Watching from the front as a generation falls,
we're just looking up from bended knees.
I would rather die as a failure but a trier,
than be just another casualty.

I love you! I don't care! I'm excited! I despair!
Say, is this the dream America?
We can share our fears! You've got issues? Are those tears?
Say, is this the dream America?

Tell me things to make me feel better,
tell me I'm alright,
I love you, you make me feel better,
and get me through the night.

TOYS

She's in control, she unique,
the tattoo on her wrist told me.
She always cries, before she sleeps,
the supermarket wine cuts deep.

I want more than keeping score,
I want hopes and dreams,
I want more than keeping score,
give yourself to me.

He's got his toys, his games of war,
he turns it on and locks the door.
He used to dream of easy girls,
now he doesn't dream at all.

I want more than keeping score,
I want hopes and dreams,
I want more than keeping score,
give yourself to me.

You are the one,
you are the one.

He tells me that he loves me, but sometimes that isn't enough,
I just want to be desired.

KILLING TIME
The tragedy of our lives, is that we don't get to spend enough time,
doing those things that remind us all that we're human.
I'm staying out late at night, and getting up early just to make things right,
I didn't lie when I said that this would be forever.

I don't call, but neither do you,
we're killing time, but what else are we going to do

Another life, that I forgot,
I split my head so I can spill my thoughts,
I twitch in my dreams from the memory of something better.
I'm giving up all I've got,
your kisses fail when you smile so hard,
I want to be the one to make you whole to make you happy.

I don't call, but neither do you,
we're killing time, but what else are we going to do.


WAVES

Hold me down, teach me to beg,
show me the joys of suspense.
You are the curse on my waves,
drown me to get me home safe,
you're everything I wanted and your everything I need,
suddenly forever is so clear to me.

Face me down, prove me wrong
I was never in control of this, you were never in control of this.

I breath in as you breath out,
the one life support I have found.
you're everything I wanted and your everything I need,
suddenly forever is so clear to me.

Face me down, prove me wrong
I was never in control of this, you were never in control of this.


PIGEON CHEST

You're telling me I'm beautiful when you can see my bones,
you're telling me I'm everything you could every want.
Meet me down by the death walk bridge where romance goes to die
and tell me that I'll always be the apple of your eye.

Ten white horses circling my head,
I'm dizzy but it all makes sense.
Kiss me on my pigeon chest,
and say you'll love me until the end.

Every day I'm waking up to curse the march of time,
'cos nobody wants to celebrate the aging of a child.
I will  be down by the death walk bridge where romance goes to die,
where I can stay young until the end of time.

Ten white horses circling my head,
I'm dizzy but it all makes sense.
Kiss me on my pigeon chest,
and say you'll love me until the end.

DREAMERS

With everybody talking all the time, no one's listening,
so we get mixed up.
Just give yourself a second, to catch your breath,
you've been going red,
almost every day.
We've got to find a reason to chase our tails,
so we never see
what's in front of us.

After hours of regret I realise I'm not bothered,
there's always tomorrow, when I'll pay back everything I've borrowed.

Find the best religion to fit your life,
find yourself a way
to forget everything.
With all the new suspicions justified,
just go back to work,
just get back to work.

After hours of regret I realise I'm not bothered,
there's always tomorrow, when I'll pay back everything I've borrowed.

I'm dead if I don't ask,
this comes as no surprise.


Westminster Ghost Story

Westminster drowns under the blood of thieves,
the falling masks of liars and cowards fill the streets.
Im looking for a fight, Im looking for a cause,
all my friends and enemies are blurring into one.

Im dreams its the 30's, Im dreaming Im in Spain,
facing death with my head high,
two bullets in my brain.

I've never felt so far from home,
so happy being alone.
Just fire up the blade on the guillotine,
we'll see what heads will roll,
there's strangers on the throne.

Ten working hours, seven days a week,
putting it on the credit card, just so I can eat.
When you've no arrows left for the bow,
run for the target and take it by force.

Ive got no faith in the name by the box,
when all you see is dicks all you're gonna get is fucked.
We're the broken limb the nation must forget,
going to cut us off so the other half can live.



BELL STREET

I will sit and count the bars on my window
and start a faith from the hole that's in my wall.
I've been treading water like a champion,
I hear my neighbours but I don't know their names...

I'm running on empty,
I'm running on nothing at all,
running on empty,
I'm giving up....

I slept for twelve hours today
tomorrow I wont sleep,
I dream by day and choke myself at night.
The man in black says he's taking me down to Bell Street,
'cos I've been acting funny in the town...

I'm running on empty,
I'm running on nothing at all,
running on empty,
I'm giving up....

I'll stagger through this town,
a saviour is all I want.
Bad poets will turn into clowns,
what's freedom when there's no one around....


FUTURE LIONHEART

Living each night for the morning after, in the rush to be tagged and be seen with the best of boys. Propped up like a wounded soldier between two grinning pillars, on the way back from a jager bombed, fish bowl front line.
I liked you better when you punched my face, I liked you better when you were all fingers and thighs and the worst kind of dirty talk, rushing towards another sexual misadventure,
LOOK WITH YOUR EYES AND NOT YOUR HANDS!

Keep them drunk and keep them dumb,
an old solution for the young,
its hard to fight with your hands by your side.
Does this city ever sleep, the walking dead can have no sleep,
just marching single file towards the grave.

We're the generation with nothing to die for.
We're the generation with nothing to die for.

Keep one picture locked away, a portrait of a devils face,
Dorian would blush if he saw it.
Welcome to the hangover, the smell of sulphur fills the air,
we're marching single file towards the grave.

We're the generation with nothing to die for.
We're the generation with nothing to die for.

Angles sounding out their horns will fly into the thunder storm,
if this is not a judgement I'll be damned.


GOODNIGHT STALLION


I had it all then it disappeared, now Im just watching the clock.
I was the stallion of yester-year, now I just long to be touched.
Days get so vague, as everything blurs into one,
I've felt no pain, since I got left out of love.

So I float, out of myself.

I will float so high you'll never get my feet on the ground,
I will burn so bright Im going to leave my body behind.

I was the rock of the family home, strong and unquestionable,
now Im just part of the furniture, I'm in the house not the home.
Days get so vague, as everything blurs into one,
I've felt no pain, since I got left out of love.

So I float, out of myself.

I will float so high you'll never get my feet on the ground,
I will burn so bright Im going to leave my body behind.

We were the Horsemen, and we'll ride again,
we were the Horsemen, we'll ride until the road ends.


FADES

I'm counting in years where it used to be months,
gin fuelled dreams and affairs of the heart,
losing my site to impossible books,
long dead Russians and suicide stars.
Another night is lost, to the underground,
I'm not like I was, I'm much better now

I don't know, if I'm moving forward,
or is this just circles in the dark.

Sometimes it feels like I'm talking too much,
but these lips aren't moving at all.
Trying to keep these emotions in check,
140 characters or less.

I don't know, if I'm moving forward,
or is this just circles in the dark.

I can't stop fading away, I sold my soul today,
now cut cut cut me in half,
and choose which side to have.


X X X

STAYING YOUNG TAKES FOREVER.....

Our new album, Stay Young, will be released this coming Monday, February 24th. 

It has felt like a marathon process, during which I'm sure we have made a heap of mistakes. But its all done now, our hands are clean and we are proud of what we've put together. 

We started recording the album on January 9th 2013 at Seagate studio in Dundee with the magician Graeme Watt. We had about 18 songs in mind when we started recording the album, some never even made it onto tape, others were recorded and then binned. And then there was a couple that were written at the last minute and squeezed in. As usual we had no money when we started the album so, much like with our first album, recording was a fractured process that spread over a period of months, with us going into the studio whenever we could get enough money together for a session. 

We finished the recording in summer 2013, and had it completely mixed and mastered by August. We had grand plans that we would really "do something" with this album so decided to hold off on the release so we could try a get a glorious plan together, get some people involved to help us and really make an impact. Things never really played out as we planned, nothing was really coming together as we hoped they would, and by December we came to the conclusion that we would probably all be dead by the time we were at the stage we wanted to be for the release so we set a date and decided to put the album out ourselves. We figured it was best just to get the album into the ears of the public than to sit on it in the hope that we might by some fluke become international megastars. 

As is a theme with us, we didn't have the spare couple of grand sitting about to pay a PR company to get the album into the right blogs and magazines, and have no mates in the industry, so we continued with the DIY approach and have all spent many nights emailing literally hundreds of media outlets, large and small, in the hope that some of them will listen to the album and perhaps review it. So far we have had one reply, from the lovely Olga at Rock Britain. So our success rate is sitting at about 0.5%. This has left us a bit defeated, and with the sad realisation that with any future releases we are going to have to play the game a whole lot more, and approach it with heap of cash behind us. Perhaps we will become dandy bank robbers or the worlds campest muggers. If we are to suddenly get a heap of great media buzz on our next release you will know that a few of us are missing organs or have done some sinister things that we are not proud of, nothing happens organically. 

I don't want to sound like I'm being a bit of a moan, but I think that we have to be completely honest in everything we do, its all we have. 

Stay Young....

AMERICAN DREAMS

TOYS

KILLING TIME

WAVES

PIGEON CHEST

DREAMERS

WESTMINSTER GHOST STORY

BELL STREET

FUTURE LIONHEART

GOODNIGHT STALLION

FADES

I hope you enjoy the album. 

We never stop writing, and have a ton of new songs ready to go, so perhaps we will release two albums this year, or three. Or maybe we will implode and never be seen again. 

Much love 

X X X