Our full length

An update concerning the actual music side of things, for a change.
We have ALMOST finished writing all of the material for The album we are working towards. SO CLOSE. Jake and James have been fine tuning the drum tracks for the majority of the songs for a week or so. We finally got the prize money from catalyst, from winning 'rapid festival'. A YEAR LATER. THAT CERTAINLY SPED UP THE RECORDING PROCESS FOR US, WAITING A YEAR FOR THE PRIZE MONEY. A YEAR. 1 WHOLE YEAR. I think Tim might have spent $500 on phone calls, chasing them up. But it worked, AFTER A WHOLE YEAR.

This is how Jak felt all year towards Catalyst






















hahah jak, how did you even pull that face. hahaha.


The Album consists of 14 songs on a COMPACT DISC, in a CD CASE, with maybe some PAPER with some ALBUM ART. As you can probably tell after reading the PREVIOUS SENTENCE, this is not going to be any ordinary release.


I would post more, but writing an email to my canadian penpal takes priority right now

AMFAS

You are the opposite of Aragorn.

You will never be the king of Gondor.
You cannot ride horses very well.
If you met Arwen, she would not give you her immortality.
Where Isildur failed, you will also fail.
You have trouble buttering your toast, let alone battling Uruk hai.
You assume I will drive you places. That is irrelevant, however it isn't something Aragorn would do.
You would totally bone Éowyn if you had the chance, even if you were already seeing a beautiful elvish lady played by Liv Tyler.

My evidence is overwhelming.


This post was originally titled 'James', but then we decided to change it to AMFAS, so that James doesn't hate us forever. You and your promiscuous ways are walking on the knife's edge James, no one deceives Arwen and gets away with it.

Why Tim sings and I do not.

I had a dream that I was on a quiet stage by my myself, trying to sing to a full audience. Everyone was quietly laughing at my attempts. I felt like I was burning. I wanted to melt and seep through the floor so no one could see me. The laughs from the audience grow louder. I Look out past the blinding spotlights at a sea of mocking eyes. I'm drowning. My swelling shame acts as a magnet, attracting all of the metal objects in the room. Everything flies towards me and liquidizes. A metallic river flows into my mouth and up my nose, and fills my lungs. I die.

Frustration

Steak, and nothing else

The small studio built exclusively to record our album. It is not yet finished. It will exist for 4 months, then it will be torn down to house Jake's grandparents when they come up for the Christmas holidays.

We are very excited.