Are the best band names I could think of for my imaginary band. Me on the bass playing percussive bass lines stamping out a rhythm along with the drums, think Shellac or The Jesus Lizard. Guitars like an RSJ clanking an electricity pylon. Sounding like Young Widows or Refused of These Arms are Snakes, even Cove. I’d sing a screamy emoish vocal with occasional hints of Mike Patton opera in this imaginary world whereas in the real one I can’t hit a note. Has to be a three piece, anything else is ostentatious.
And back I come. Pinch myself. This weekend my Mum and Dad flew back from a ten week trip to New Zealand and straight into a row with my ancient Nan. I’m not taking sides in this one. Say my piece but be diplomatic. I’m Switzerland.
Two weeks until we too pop off to NZ. Lisa’s started ironing and packing. I’ll procrastinate until the day before then realise I need to pack, buy new shorts, get travellers cheques, find lost passport etc. I’m such a man.
My new car gets delivered this Friday. The metro has done well. Although I've felt a right lemon folding myself out of it. And it's official. Antibodies debut proper EP is to be released some time in April, but only in Canada. Because of this and also in advance of what's going to be a great week for you and your friends and family (I just know) I've gone all Montana Pete. So here's the four tracks for you to mull over with a cocoa and hobnob. But shhh. It's a secret. As they say always
finish on a song.