Hot Gear

It seemed a while between purchases for the band. And in lieu of actually playing anything I thought owning more stuff might compensate. Both are a direct pinch from Kurdt's rig. For many years his only two pedals were the small calone and DS-2. So why not? He was able to make his guitar sound like buildings collapsing (Moby's description and inadvertant, I beleive, reference to Einsturzende Neubauten).


Hot Rock.

Things That Simply Cannot Be Told

It will hurt and surprise readers of this blog that I have been feeling a little down of late. I am not sure if it is because of hormoaning or whores moaning (props to Thurston)...some reasons are well known to me and others not.

But surely it is the build up on the heart of the pressure of the incommunicable of which Squid Ink is an excellent release valve. With Silky out watching some weird ritual in Germany we are left rockless and on and on the pressure builds (I can't even be bothered entertaining Paddy with an oxford comma, such is my listlessness).

Plans need to be afoot for some recording. With the arrival of yet more squid in December it seems vital that we capture this crucial period in the bands trajectory (I know a trajectory can be both up and down but can it be straight?).

It is unclear whether we have enough material at present for another album (actually it is fairly clear we don't) so a dangerous EP may be the way to go…although the thought of hiding some of the current gold on an EP gives me highly communicable pressure on the heart.

Anyone at the last gig will have heard the awesome "Tongue Tied", which a colleague who did attend told another colleague who didn't “Unrelenting Tedium's written a new song about nipples,” for the one and only time in that incarnation…as Fluffy has pointed out that the chorus is suspiciously similar to another song, which is sadly not one of ours. Maybe we should post it here for download.

And will Silky please please please let us record Uri?