This image is irrelevant. I am not this man. This is not my gear. I never wear denim. I have fuck all resources.

So I’m back to recording, in between working on stuff for my upcoming Perth and Melbourne shows. I’ve been hammering away on some tracks I used to really enjoy playing but that musically didn’t fit anymore into what I do; one of them is this semi-industrial thing that was really poorly mixed in its’ previous incarnation. I’d done all this stupid editing on the bassline, and now with the right EQ and compression, it’s sitting FUCKING AMAZINGLY in this track. It’s now what I would call a mad-ass rhythm.

It’s starting to feel like the record is coming together; sequencing it is going to be interesting, because it has a solid theme and my production has fairly a obvious style now, but style and tempo wise it’s extremely eclectic. It should fit together, it’s vaguely been designed to, but the reality of that will be tricky to work. Still a way to go anyway. Still got a lot of tracks I want to lay down before I’m done, but the ones I have are strong.

I’ve still gotta get the vocals laid down to my liking, but I’m starting to feel more confident about that as well. After the heavy rehearsing for Disco Bunker, I’m really starting to feel like I’m in the inside of these songs.

What else is up? Gigs. Mostly, gigs. Listening to the new Spitfires, Gorillaz and Massive Attack records. Enjoying comparing my songs to the latter two and feeling like they are much better. Aware of what an egotistical bastard that makes me sound. Not caring.

Meanwhile, Rob Roy is playing in the background as I type this and Homeboy is hiding inside a dead MOOSE. I can’t top that, so I’m going to close my laptop.