Pearl Handled Revolver

Humblest apologies for our neglect of this page… rest assured, the silence hasn’t been as a result of having nothing to report, more down to the fact that we haven’t had time to report.

Our New Years Eve hangovers had barely subsided when we began writing and recording (then eventually mixing) our debut album. It’s been an adventure that has more or less taken over our waking and (what few there are) sleeping hours… the rumours of ‘sleep drumming’ are, sadly, true.

However, the good news is, we’re nearly there. We have 10 brand new songs ‘in the bag’… We’re incredibly proud of them… the album’s called ‘Colossus’ and it has left the country for mastering.

It’s probably appropriate that our first gigs for what seems like an age were for Halloween. We’ve led a rather vampire like existence of late, locked away in the studio without daylight, (normal) human company and often oxygen, writing and recording and stopping only to muse upon the relative merits of more Moog and the maximum acceptable length of an album track (opinions vary between 9 and 23 minutes, with 1 vote for calling them ‘movements’ not ‘songs’).

But step out into the daylight we did, pale, drawn and hunched double… no Halloween costumes required… to make our way to The Gipsy Moth in Greenwich. Turns out the Gipsy Moth is a GREAT pub, with an AWESOME crowd and we had an absolute blast… we tried out a couple of the new songs ‘She Can Dance’ and ‘Woman Made A Man Out Of Me’ (one sounds like Black Sabbath covering Pink Floyd… the other one sounds like Pink Floyd covering Black Sabbath) and were much relieved that a) we remembered them and b) they seemed to go down really rather well.

The clocks went back… I think we lost that extra hour to drinking… but we made some splendid new friends, and returned home under the appropriately all encompassing cover of darkness chuffed to veritable pieces and full of thanks for the staff (BIG shouts to Simon and Ruth), punters, the pirates, witches and the zombies.

Sunday creaked open like the door to an improbably located Transylvanian castle and we all convened at Bev’s for Bevs… or, if you want to get technical, The Bedford Arms, run by Beverley, purveyor of the finest real ales and assorted beverages.

Another Halloween party and another GREAT crowd, some big names in there… Sweeney Todd and Edward Scissorhands, at least one She Demon, Morticia, Death himself and a couple of Trainspotters… enough in fact to absorb Simons thinly veiled tribute to Rick Wakeman… he claims it was a witches hat and cape… we know he was making a grab for the Grand High Wizard of Prog Throne.

Utmost respect to everyone who turned out, on a Sunday, dressed to the nines (or 666s); especially since most of you had already had a big Blues fix from the splendid Cherry Lee Mewis at the Sunday Session in Danny’s Bar… so THANK YOU.

We feel truly spoilt… It was a joy to play for you all and get such a warm reception as we blew off the cobwebs, literally and metaphorically.