At last a bit of recognition... things are finally starting to go our way.

Check out some words that The Skinny scribbled down about 2009's Rockness. Hey Enemy get a wee mention....result.

SATURDAY

Having dropped the second in a series of scarily-smart-but-also-possibly-slightly-evil children/potential supervillains, the baggy-eyed Caspin and his lady friend have given the green light for Hey Enemy to commence once more meeting up in candlelit rooms in the dead of night, dressed only in loose shirts that reveal themselves to be transparent when standing infront of the window as light of the new day dawns, tracing every supple curve and valley of our clammy young bodies...

new gigs on horizon. check the list.

album recording starts in may.

Evil Supervillain Child No.2 destroying a city near you sometime soon.

Holy goddamn motherfucking shit.

We finally got the split EP with Titus Gein finished....

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Two covers (its reversible - same songs, don't panic).

Tracklist goes:

1. Mechanoid (TG)

2. Which is it, Beastman? (TG)

3. Ambulance Chaser (HE)

4. Happy Sanchez (HE)

5. A Square Go (HE)

Its available for £5 from ourselves or Titus Gein at any gig.

Its also available for £5 (UK postage included) from Predestination Records here

So thats it.

New album being recorded this winter. Hopefully out at beginning of next summer.

Until then you'll just have to listen to some other shite.

Slowly word filters through to us...

As of Monday, October 22nd 2007, Household are no more.










I'm sure we'd all like a moment alone.






                                                                    1926 - 2007

Right.
As everything is so consistently and suffocatingly shit and we still have crappy jobs and are going nowhere in life fast, we decided to get a band mascot. The hope is, thereby, to be able to absolve ourselves of blame for our lack of progress and instead transfer it to the shoulders of our "lucky" companion.

We decided on a cat.
We're still unsure of a name, but here's the shortlist;

1. Great Heimdahl's Weeping Sore

2. Sat on Muccus (Esq.)

3. Diana Ross and most of The Supremes

4. Littlescrote, Hairy Child of the Wind

5. The Sexy Adventures of Voluptuous Kevin

6. Hepatitis A (allowing for future cats B + C)

7. Douchebag

8. 4th Annual Debenham's BlueCross Sale

9. Vegan Stool

10. Steven the Churlish



...all further suggestions welcome.

....you ain't got muscles.
not real muscles.
your muscles are like "no...please don't hurt me"
little camp muscles.
little boyscout muscles learning how to sew and pick up litter and shit.
nah you ain't got muscles.

I got muscles.
big muscles.
Lots of them.
Muscles on muscles being worked by muscles with spare muscles incase I get a blow-out.

You pump iron?
I don't think so.
you get pumped by iron more like.
you probably damn near fainted brushing your teeth today you little sissy.
you don't pump iron.

I pump iron.
big hunks of iron.
not even barbells.
just raw iron.
like cars. sometimes i just lie on my back and lift cars.
I pump real iron.
sometimes i pump people pumping iron.
lift them and their silly, pussy little barbells right up offa the ground.
no way, muchacho
I pump iron.

you think you got muscles, you don't got muscles.
I got muscles.