Tuesday, November 24, 2009

I promise it's not a solo act

Two weeks ago we realized that we did not have a set ready for The Watermark High album launch... in an attempt to avoid looking like fools, we decided that we might have to graft on that for a bit. So we've been busy figuring out how to play some songs, rewriting some other songs, throwing away perfectly good ideas and not committing to anything for longer than 10 minutes.

This has left us with no time to record anything of value. Way to discredit your own blog!

In order to prove that we are still alive (well, at least one of us), we've decided to upload one of my random ideas that I recorded before work one morning or before sleep one evening. This will probably take some hugely mutated form in the future, for now it's just me moaning layer after layer. I'm like Shrek in that way (dated pop-reference: check). here you go:

Deal with them later, deal with them later, deal with them later

I'll try to incorporate Werner into the act at some stage, he really is more than just a pretty face, you know.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Your breath. it hurts. my ears. my love.

Exams are done, and I think so is The Watermark High's remix, so we've had a chance to play. Yippee! But first, some background:

So, when we started out and I had oodles of time at hand, we would do these 4 hour (at least) practices in a rehearsal studio, every now and again. One day, during a little break, I was messing around with my vocal effects, and then a weird overly dramatic song poured out of me. Granted, at that time, I was on a staple diet of Boris and Michio Kurihara's "Rainbow" album, and I was listening to "Raflessia" on repeat for about a week straight.If I remember correctly, the rest of that practice was highjacked by that song, trying to figure out what exactly to do with it.

It's almost a year now, and yesterday we decided to give this one a go, and perhaps attempt to add some quality control to it (as in not just blindly jamming it out while recording).

The song is called Yourbreathithurtsmyearsmylove

My love, your angles up, I'm tired
Drenched in tar, and seeping out, tired...
Behind this door, behind these eyes, Im waiting for rest.

Hope you enjoy it, and expect it to be a bit louder than our usual output here. Check back during the next few weeks, we'll try to cram a few of these in before the end of the year.