Curiouser and Curiouser!

We have been down a fucking rabbit hole, no mistake. The last time we scrawled on this little corner of the internet we were in LA, and since then, no word. We can only pray you haven’t felt neglected.

So after a blown out tyre, a day between the dust devils in the desert literally chasing time zones, drunk driving in Texas, an impossible headshot, an impromptu barbecue, an imaginary shark attack in the midnight ocean, two gallons of pirate gin, an encounter with a raccoonicorn, a dawn thunderstorm, and several blurry sleepless days in New York City, we did get the fuck out of Dodge and back to Sheffield.

Currently well on our way to obliterating our annual touring record, we’ve played something like 76 shows since the 9th February this year.
Guinness? Yes. Book of records? No.
We closed the curtain on this year’s touring debacle with a classically anticlimactic show at Guilfest last weekend. Amidst the ruins of an overheated and suspiciously small PA we spent most of our allotted set time re-patching the monitors so they made sound, before blindly launching into what could have developed into a most enjoyable evening. Only to be told we’d run out of time. Fully prepared to carry on until the plug was pulled, we were foiled once more when the power decided to actually stop altogether, right in the middle of some drum and bass.
Prior to this however, we did deliver this remarkably polite and optimistic interview, in which we used the word “flabbergast”, only to have our hopes shattered a mere two hours later. Please note that if you click on this link, the internet will try and sell you a phone, that dances by itself:

ROCKSOUND TV

Spectacular!

And here we are back in the City of Steel, where the weeds are a little longer and the streets a little emptier. The cat is waiting for fledgling birds to tip and fall from ivy nests into it’s waiting mouth and we place books or newspapers over our cups to stop boozy flies falling in, until the owls start in the gloomy shade of the evening. Ha!

Fuck that melancholy shit though. This:

Most of the experiences we’ve had this year we owe to the Cure and their honourable companions who have helped us out endlessly and selflessly. Plus they’re a pretty good laugh. We risk a public display of emotion and offer our greatest thanks.
There ain’t no cure for love.

We’re off now, and for a while, to answer the following interesting and exciting questions:

Shall we make an album?
When shall make it?
How are we going to pay for it?
Who is going to listen to it?
Does this milk smell alright to you?

In the meantime, good luck.
The new Batman film’s out soon, so there is something to look forward to.

I got 65 problems but the glitch ain’t one. Hit me.
Viva la Republic.
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