The Mekano Set

Right, where are we? Who are we? And indeed, what are we wearing? Those shoes, with that dress? What were you thinking?

So last night we were headed for the Spirit of Gravity gig at The Freebutt, but there was some flu / alcohol / antidepressant / beard / tallness related confusion, resulting in the witnessing of a flamenco group at The Albert instead.

It's a way off yet, but we'll be playing @ www.allmanna.co.uk/ in North London on Friday 8th April. More details to follow, but at least it gives you plenty of time to get your pinstripes pressed and your cuff-links polished. That's right folks, "we have gig." Phew. Thanks to Grandmaster Pat for that one.

I can't remember where I found this, it might have been @ Barbelith. Funny.

Don't say f*ck or bugger!

In other nudes, I've recently stocked up on a load of new drum sounds, including some of the biggest, phatest kicks, and the weakest, bleepiest spray-can snare sounds ever. I've also got my hands on a batch of 'factory presets' that came with the Fairlight organic sampling sequencer godmachine that made Thee Kate Bush and Peter Gabriel sound like the end of the world, and made the end of the world sound like a nice place to be...

So while Beth digs out her chain-mail and broad sword, and I start saving up for a giant flower-head costume, I can amuse myself with snares that sound like atomic explosions, and toms and synths that make you want to wear a photo-facemask of your girlfriend / boyfriend, a grey body-stocking, and start running on the spot for hours on end... See, if we don't indulge ourselves, who will?

Jumpers for goal-posts / smirking at Donald Sutherland on a hillside. As camp as a row of tents at a Carry On convention, as tom-boy as Peppermint Patty at a K. D. Lang concert, as dirty and sullied as a team of doubly incontinent mud-wrestlers at a Scataholics Anonymous meeting, it's The Mekano Set.