Ladies and gentlemen and children of the sun, Rogerthat are among us!
HI Faithful ...
Here at Rog HQ we've been squirreling away, combing some old song corn from our beards and working on transcribing our feelings into some sort of digestible form.
And we've come up with a new catchcry - ‘When I dance, I speak to aliens’ - well, to be honest one of our mates, Kent, came up with it when he was writing about us, but damn it's so applicable, we have to borrow it - thanks Kent.
And we're working on bending our sound again- - formatting our variety of music for the unheard, the down trodden and the just plain odd. Pushing the wild, unattached meter of our own lost generation.
Jamming the two sides of our personalities together: the (earlier) dubbish tone paisley philosophers and the (later) mystical moon-walking misfits.
And we're about to cast the results into the ether.
Jimmy has linked the wires of a discarded slot car set with an array of other rusted gadgets and the resulting pedal created a sound to turn air to cottage cheese.
Bailey has dropped his copies of Ghost Town (12" extended mix natch), and Disraeli Gears in anticipation of the oracle. He's eaten Fruit Tingles every day for the last two weeks.
Solid! Upon his return, his only words were, ‘When I dance, I speak to aliens’
Can the hours spent in the darkness of the Rog-cave, training our minds to move things, be used for good?
Playing some new material (and some re-jigged old material) at Woodford Festival.
Dec 27 :: Trailer Trash :: Woodford
Dec 28 :: The Grande :: Woodford
Dec 31 :: The Grande :: Woodford
And the first new songs, now being recorded, dissected and regurgitated, will be out in February.
The album, working title - the Wooly Mammoth - will be out sometime ... late 2011.
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