It was wretchedly cold but we had a fucking great time at the !WOWOW! party at Area 10 on saturday. Big thanks to Matthew, Karley, Tamsin and all who made it happen. Much crowd surfing and jumping from the PA, (well done Teenage Mutants) and no smashed faces, as far as I could tell. Naked Guy deserves a medal for his heroic efforts in the face of the arctic conditions, proudly stripping to his skin for the benefit of all - and crowd surfing too. Give that man a hat and a cup of warm tea. Someone stole/hid his clothes, (inevitable in hindsight) and although we donated a t-shirt for his torso, he was left with plastic bags and shards of glass for shoes until the end of the night, when we found half his clothes behind the stage.


























The Rotters were brilliant, because they were rubbish - shoes and bottles flying at the stage as they stopped and started and stopped and shouted at the crowd. Me and Joe got up on the stage after that and played nonsense drum and bass for about five minutes before we were man-handled away by the soundman. Joe remained yoddeling into the mic, lying on the stage, chewing his lips like its 1999. But thats what your lips are for - chewing.

We been staying at the WOWOW squat for the last few days, much fun. Thanks to all for putting up with us. The night before last we played Club Fandango at Water Rats and by the second song there was a man removing his trousers and running around naked. Naked Guy, you have a rival. this Naked Man's dancing was more camp, but I had briefly spoken to him in the toilets before our gig and he seemed like a hardman. "You from Yorkshire?! I'm from Bolton! That's near Yorkshire!" He shook my hand in a macho fashion and slapped my back and shouted about us being "Northen!" I agreed, we certainly were. He said he was going to go mad for our set and I didn't discourage him, but didn't expect the knob out, or the camp dancing. By the start of I Know Kung Fu he had ran off with a microphone, Joel followed him and ended up singing most of the song in the middle of the dancefloor. the guy grabbed at the mic a few times and Joel let him shout into it at first. But when all the Naked Man can come up with is "Alright!?" He told him to fuck off and spent the rest of the song pushing him off. I think he got thrown out eventually.

Oh and the single's out this week: woop for that.

apparently, we are now bona-fide jerks who make wobble-rock and look as though we were dressed by Mark E Smith. great news. i have been thinking a lot about music recently. how to make it and who to listen to, etc. and so i decided to channel my thoughts through this website and into a list of songs you can hear with your ears. my ears have heard them and they say it's a good list. here are they in no particular order.

1. Do You Understand Me
THE JUJUS
(Crypt Records)
2. Temporary Secretary
PAUL McCARTNEY (yes, it's good)
3. Dangerzone
CLOR (should be in a movie starring vin diesel in a car chase)
4. Passion
THE FLIRTS
(Bobby O has his cake and eats it)
5.Do The Clam
ELVIS
('Born To Be Bad', Crypt Records)
6. Kiss Me Again
DINOSAUR L (Arthur Russell)
7. Shades of Rhythm
SWEET SENSATION
8. Blood & Fire
NINEY THE OBSERVER
9. Loopy Loopy Lopez
THE COYOTE MEN ("loopy loopy lopez, you break my heart, I break your legs")
10. Day I Met God
ADAM & THE ANTS
(Dirk Wears White Sox)
11. My Obsession
ANIMOTION
12. Lola
RAINCOATS
13. Yeah
THE ALARM CLOCKS
14. Pigeons Carry My News
KINGS HAVE LONG ARMS
(Chips Records)
15. Cheree
SUICIDE
16. Casbah Rock (thirty seconds only, but thirty amazing ones)
THE UNDERTONES

remember: learn when to woop your own woop and when to woop others, and when to wobble-rock your funk and not your rack. hmm.
WOOP! (that was a good time to do it.)