My first review

The first review of the Tissue of Lies EP is up here. He doesn't unequivocally love all the songs, but at the same time I get compared to Thom Yorke and Lambchop in the same paragraph, so you won't hear me complaining...

Some good news, some bad news

Sadly, the Backlash launch night scheduled tomorrow has been postponed until June. The bassist of headliners The Pistolas received some bass-related injury and had to pull out.

The good news is I'll be playing at their launch when it does take place! And the "Tissue of Lies" EP receives a (possibly complimentary) review this month, and their cover CD features "Worse". Visit their website here.



Also, I had a fun night at the Carling Islington Academy last night (I know, hard to believe) watching celebrity pals The Known Unknowns rock da nn0+h3rfvc|<1ng house! Rock da leet! Yeah!






Don't they look pretty?

Backlash Magazine launch

The Ladies's Tissue of Lies EP is reviewed in this month's Backlash Magazine* (http://www.backlashmagazine.com/home.asp), released on March 23rd. To celebrate the new issue, Backlash are organising a party at the Luminaire, London's favourite venue, featuring live sets, goodie bags, free CDs and hopefully ice cream and jelly. But they're much cooler than me, so probably not the latter. Anyway, come down cos the Ladies aren't playing again this month so you'll have to get your kicks elsewhere. It should be fun. I'm leaving the house to go to it and you know how rarely that happens.

*don't ask me what they say, the issue isn't out yet!

The Electroacoustic Club, The Slaughtered Lamb

Classic venue/night, this one. I had my friends from Leicester, The Fabulous Foxes, down, they seem to be taking Dirty Three elements into their alt.country/sea shanty vibe, and anyone reading that sentence must know that to be a Good Thing. Here they are rocking out.





I had an honourary Lady onstage with me for the gig, we opened with a ukulele version of "Oh What a World" by Rufus Wainwright. It just seemed like the right thing to do at the time. Here I am. A straight man. On a fast train. Travelling. But not arriving. Don't I look a hottie in me cardy?

The cover of the night was "Cherub Rock" by Smashing Pumpkins, which won an EP, and also "She don't use Jelly" by Flaming Lips. What a cover-filled evening. More than 50% and I can no longer call myself a singer-songwriter. Hopefully I will never describe myself as that.

The very talented Samantha Whates (no website - just check out her live shows, you net-losers) disgraced herself by asking me to play my song about my favourite T-shirt. A song I have never written, never performed and WILL NEVER WRITE.

Although if you write it, I may well cover it...