summer of fuck

holy shit

i mean seriously

i liked studying history at school. though i use the term 'studying' in the loosest possible sense, historical stuff always seemed more interesting than what was going on at the time.

proves i wasn't paying much attention really. thatcher was pretty vicious.

now though. fuck.

trump, secret police running around jumping people in portland, statues of racists getting knocked over. even here, in the l'il ole village of great ayton we had a gang of tattooed bald men drinking lager and protecting our little statue of the boy jimmy cook against the angry mob of village liberal extremists plotting to do absolutely fuck all.

amidst this end of days summer of fuckery, i've been doing stuff again. soz.

an album of covers already done.

and a new album of original music also just about done. this one is all me, for the first time ever. so far at least. all instruments and voices plus the recording itself. production, mastering and all that. those terms are too big for what i do but effectively that's what it is really.

selfish. all this turmoil going on & i'm rambling about some music. yeah well what are we supposed to do ffs.

it's the age old reality, we're shocked, enraged, whatever by the news, then we go for a pint, have our tea, watch tele and crash out.

anyhow - new album, genuinely quite happy about it

everything else is fine too btw thanks.

also thinking about sharing this time