Oh yes.Something I've been pestering Julian and Noel about for many years.
it is happening.
Yes the boys are setting up a proper,fully independent record label
and are planning to release some of their music.stuff from the show
stuff that didn't make the show,extended versions,remixes and more
and onward to beyond.
As we speak a Boosh album is being polished and worked upon to refine
its majesty
all details and news and that will be on the PieFace myspace.

getty on over to
http://www.myspace.com/officialpiefacerecords

Pompey was ace on weds,big thanks to Will for having us down,huge venue and a very bizarre stage set into the wall up above the bar,hopefully some pics will emerge soon so those who missed it can see this strange arrangement-quite loony-and quite marvellous fun.
Just after we finished our set,Mike Fielding(Naboo) and Jonny Rhythm(prominent regular extra in the Boosh,promoter and DJ)took to the decks,of course they were mobbed instantly,Mike is looking pretty dapper at the mo.
We can't wait to get back down there and play some more,Wedgewood rooms maybe?or the summer festy
trashy love you lot
TM
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okay its time to shine a little light on our favourite drummer on holiday
the lovely mr David Westlake...quite apart from his cheeky appearance in this weeks party Boosh
he swore he was in another country when they filmed that...he is also a mighty thumper of the tubs
if like me you'd quite happily sit through hours of drummers playing drums on their own you love
the crashy bangy funky sound so much then you'll dig this.
right if this works then the video should just appear below.

yes the supermarkets are unnecessarily full of already fat idiots clamorously scrumming for more
of what they don't need...i.e. 3 tubs of cheese footballs just in case uncle jimmy pops round on boxing
day..he likes cheese footballs uncle jim,yeah he likes em but i doubt the poor sod wants to turn into one.
we are a month away and its already virtual insania to coin an andre/jamiroquiosism.its stoopid
and pointlessly mis-directed.
what everybody should be doing of course is spreading THE TRASH!!!
stuck for what to get your mum for christmas
i'm telling you i know she wants 4 copies of the TRASH MONEY ALBUM
trust us we know whats good for everybody you need to buy presents for
albeit mostly TRASH MONEY related but we've honestly really thought this through
which brings me neatly to that eternal issue of never actually getting anything decent from anybody else.
there are two surefire ways around this either email/tattoo/shout at or text your loved one and demand
TRASH MONEY produce and nothing less from them for 25th Dec or simply guarantee your personal
happiness and eternal glory buy buying something for yourself..this last one is foolproof believe me I do
this one every freakin year.
thats it really,our christmas message to all our lovelies out there
XMAS=TRASH MONEY

if you're unsure about how to proceed now
unbelievably people still email us and ask how.where to buy the album
its SIMPLE either follow this link
http://www.trashmoney.co.uk/merch.php
or click the TM SHOP button on the right hand side of our myspace page

tickets still available for our CHRISTMAS TRASHSTRAVAGANZA of course
buy online in advance here http://www.wegottickets.com/event/22478

seasons gropes and kisses
TRASHY LOVE
TM
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Pity the poor pumpkin its trying its best,spends most of its time trying to grow big.
Some of them are as big as Alan Rickmans head,i've seen both but i'll admit
never actually next to one another but i'm guesstamating they are of comparable
volume.They are also orange,what more does it have to do to make you notice it?
glow in the dark perhaps...hmm rave veg?Its such a desperate clamouring fool of a thing it reminds me of Peter Andre with a single out and yet we couldnt care less about eating the blighters.We want to kill them and stab them up with knives of course.Dont listen to these vegetarians and celebrity chef types...ohh its lovely roasted with a bit of olive oil and a sprig of Rosemary...thats POTATOES you fucking cakewits!I guarantee that however you cook the sickly sweet hairy fibred orange mush there will always be leftovers or a few chunks left to the side on peoples plates,you are essentially trying to make soft wood palatable...give up and get with the torture.Its in an orange suit what are you waiting for?Tool up,get inventive,forget the kitchen go straight for the powertools if you can,scoop the guts out and go to work on that sucker,think along the lines of sending a message to the rest of the pumpkin world,when you're done stick a roaring fire in its innerds oh yes and did I mention you are meant to do this accompanied at all times by a small child.Next week burning life size models of humans....

other news..
Our semi-residency at Notting Hill arts club continues thanks to mr Alan Mcgee
We are steadily working away on new material for TM2 hear some of that at these shows and more.We'd like to officially welcome Barny Rockford at the drumstool who's been filling in for David on a slightly more permanent basis and also say hi to David who's off with Travis we send our trashy love.Do try and get down to one of the DEATH DISCO shows and let us know what you think of the new stuff.

oh and get your tickets in for the Christmas party!!!!

happy hallow.bonfire.firework.toffee apple

C
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here is the link for Christmas Party tickets
http://www.wegottickets.com/event/22478

So how much water is required to make a turd disappear around a U- bend? I have been in rock n roll for the last 15 years, and even so have not had to answer this question. Even on a tour bus where the movement of solids in a chemical toilet is forbidden – I still knew tricks, passed on by road crew to bands like some secret arcane code. Hopefully these were myths and fables that originated with some blues singer – "don't shit on the bus" said John Lee Hooker, "gaffer tape can join wounds together better than medical stitching" said Robert Johnson. These were then ripped off by white artists, Elvis and the Beatles learning tour and toilet etiquette from southern masters. Perhaps Prince first originated the trick of stretching a plastic bag over a tour bus chemical toilet, filling it with human waste, tying the handles together and then throwing it out of a window? Anyway, I know now. It's about a three quarter full bucket. I know this because round our way, it's all gone a bit "When the Wind Blows" by Raymond Briggs. We have floods and we have no drinking water or power. Police guard the local Lidel. That I can understand, whenever I go into Lidels, it is so depressing I always feel I am going to go mad and throw things around, so maybe the police guard is appropriate. Team Awesome and us are having a launch for our new single '747' on August the 6th – so see you there and bring some wet wipes.

sorry to interrupt the poetic flow of joe's happenings and mishappenings
but this is kind of vital
if you have tried to order from our online shop
(see button below or direct links from our other website www.trashmoney.co.uk)
and experienced check out problems using INTERNET EXPLORER or other PC browsers we are very sorry
but this error has only just been pointed out to us and hopefully now fixed
and resolved.
so if you need a copy of the album or one of our singles,t-shirts or posters or tapes
or the new 747 7inch single when it comes out next month
please do go back to the shop and try again.you will sail through check out no problems.
If anyone is continuing to struggle please feel free to email us and we'll
see what we can do.
trashy love
TM
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So bad luck follows luck a black cloud. Deep breath - banned from driving for six months and fined.Lost my wedding ring. My laptop got bust and costs more to fix than to buy a new one.Then like a eel slipping out a poachers trouser leg my new mobile drops out of my pocket and slips into a pint of beer. Its ruined. And since when did myspace become just an endless series of rubbish porn, crummy flyers and spam? It has all the appeal of an Innovations catalogue that falls out of the sunday papers. Thank christ that in this miasma of disaster we have a new trash money single - 747 on the 9th of July - that's more like it...by the way does anyone have anymore gossip about Paul McCartneys wig?

The day starts with seeing Bill Wyman on TV. He has rather forlornly using a metal detector. Repeatedly he scans it across a large cow turd, which makes a feeble bleat. It is the most depressing thing I have seen for a while. He looks awful, hundreds of years old and is wearing lousy lord of the manor clothes. How could he go from being in one of the biggest bands in the world to being this sorry old man, rocking a metal detector across a piece of cow shit, gently electronic parping floating away in the breeze. He also allowed himself to be filmed for TV for this. I got a letter from the BBC asking for my permission to allow a clip of me to be used on 'outtake TV'. This fills me with dread, especially as I have no idea what it might be to do with. What if I am doing something stupid or offensive? What if I am being a twat? Should I allow myself to be broadcast? I need the money though…I ring them up and see what it is? They tell me its apparently when I was "being interviewed on Television after I have left the court at Wimbledon, and cant hear the studio" It seems unlikely that that I would have played tennis at Wimbledon, as I don't like tennis, cant play tennis and am not a Wimbledon. Naturally I give my permission.

I go into the bathroom to find that Sharon Tate murder style; hair dye is splattered up the walls. My brother in law has been dyeing his grey hair, but apparently by using the same method that an Airedale uses to dry its fur after leaping in a pond. He has then painted over the black patches with a different coloured paint from the original bathroom colour.

I wish Julian McDonald were the front man for a band. I love everything about him, the perpetual sneer, the strange mahogany face, the princess Diana (pre crash mind) haircut and most of all the insulting drawl of his voice. On Project Catwalk, all I can ever think about is the imaginary band that he might lead, his sing song Welsh voice modulating in a Lydon esque drone – "This is ab-sol-ute shit-ah" – John Cale meets Mark E Smith – "She looks like a tar-art from a coun-ciill est-aaate" He has the look, he has the inch thick layer of make up, the wind tunnel hair and the thousand yard stare of a man who should only be standing rock still, whilst around him musical chaos breaks through to another side. It would make a change from all the bands who do the 'big talk' and make sure that they have ideas, but then fuck it – when they make the music it is just fucking white Indie music of the lowest order…thirty years on (Christ, people have lived and lost whole lives in that time) its now what I call Indie 07 hello Klaxons hello CSS hello Rapture hello View or at the other extreme it is still people who want to sound like the cunting Beatles…rock and rock isn't rock and roll…that's why I like Project catwalk at least it is about something – some ambition to create without it just being a citation of something else…it may be worthless style over substance, but I just cant bear empty substance masquerading as value – music is all commodification anyway, its just hiding your head in the sand if you think it isn't…unless you never play the music that you make to another living soul…hmmm not such a bad idea....grrrrrr

C'mon in little boots. Take the weight off your laurel leaves. I am covered head to foot in roofing paint. It is thick and white and impossible to remove. The side effect is a whirling disorientation from the fumes – a likeable fug, not unlike the teenage ingestion of lighter gas. After this quasi butane buzz I struggle around the house like an addled idiot. I go to Camden to avoid the smell in the house and am reminded of me and Chris chasing around to find a disposable camera, one Friday morning. We had seen Alice Cooper coming out of a Goth shop and the initial plan was if we could get a fan style photo of him and us we would use that for the cover of any Trash Money. Obviously we failed.
Camden doesn't change. The heavy low cloud of Patchouli oil swirls around the stalls selling clockwork orange tee shirts and stripy nonsense. An out of interest – when did goth become Goth with a capital G? My spell check tells me its now Goth. I thought I might find a pair of winkle pickers – and I thought Camden was the place for that, but no….

So the campaign begins NOW! RIOT RIOT RIOT RIOT Fuck the new year let do another album..but slightly distracted but Totally Boyband being on the TV and by my brother in law stumbling around my flat for month seven. Totally Boyband was made by Murfia Productions who were set up Rowland Keating. Strange to think that one boyband suspends the carcrash of another in TV amber. Did you see vatican DC on the myspace front page? they must have changed management or something cos they seemed to have changed their image as well and got rid of the cool one with big hair who used to go out with Pam Hogg. Oh well. Daniel looks well and Chris was always a good fella. Maybe they should go on Celebrity Big Brother, who seemed to have gone through the bottom of the barrel and tunneled straight to the centre of the earth. Feel sad that britains greatest filmaker (just ahead of shane meadows) has felt that he should go on, but did enjoy crowd chanting "who the fuck are you?" at the bloke from towers of london. Unfortunately I cannot ween myself of television filth, i just love it.

Another haze of illness, during which I start to watch the wallpaper move, whilst at the same time realising the full horror of not having done anything about approaching christmas. I will resort to wrapping up bits of my own bedding, and anything that is within arms reach of the bed. Currently, this would mean, soiled clothing, crumpled cans of cider and a free DVD of Lord of the Flies. The days of campari and tonic, sitting in an Italian town square, while idly leafing through a copy of Brighton Rock, seem just what they are, an example of false memory syndrome. The beast, the Lord of the Flies, is seen as a real object on the island which frightens the boys. Actually the beast is something internal; the Lord of the Flies is in soul and mind of the boys, leading them to the natural chaos of a society with no reasoning adults. Only Simon understands what the real beast is, but is killed when he tries to tell the boys about the Lord of the Flies. hmmm.......merry christmas

So its 7 oclock and I am sitting at a long wooden table. From the nearby a kitchen a child enters. Jona Louis is playing on a nearby stereo. The child is carrying a bowl of cornflakes. The child stumbles on a draught excluder disguised a long snake. One slip and air is festively filled with flakes of golden corn and a cloud of full fat milk. As I sit here now, the milk has dried and the heat from a nearby radiator has lead the cloudy patches of dairy filth to omit a deathly stink. Hey its Christmas, so to celebrate I have developed stigmata on my palms. I am not sure where they came from, but I think the lead a distinguished air. I think they make me look classy

I saw my first snow for years whilst we were in switzerland - not your massive derranged blizzard snow, but enough for David to wake me up bouncing around the room shouting about that fact that me and Cary had vetoed snow tires for the hire car. I had chickened out of driving in europe, because of my brain not allowing me to drive on the wrong side of the road. Cary manfully took the task on. He has also grown a moustatche of such massive girth that it has rendered my effort the equivalent of a bum fluffed spotty 14 year old. His is luxurious, where mine is gentle and sensitive. It is making me question the original purpose behind it. The real problem is that with both me and cary in the front of the car arguing about directions, it is a lot of handle bar moustache in one car, like a Victorian day out (or scouse one I suppose as well) Dave had made me laugh until I thought I would cry by repeatededy refeffering to sergio whathismane out of kasbian as victor spinetti, in the story about him 'revealling' that the sofa faced bloke out of keanes real reason for rehab was an addiction to Port. I finally managed to do a gig in london - though i was in a perculiar mood having come from a studio (see below)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OnHwf4kKJFU
but it was good to see everyone. Took cat to vets and discovered that she has 75% kidney failure, which is bad news all around, along with the fact that she has caught fleas from my brother in law. My life has gone all "the plank" This morning the flea bound brother in law was supposed to be holding a ladder as i clambered in a manly way up to fix a domestic crisis, but instead found he had wandered off, leaving me hanging of the outside of my house.
ta ra
Joe

yep they are being super generous
and since its £7 quids otherwise
shout us back and we will stick you down
some level of dressing up is planned although wether this will
be in the 'halloween' sense is currently unclear
posh place
promises to be a right good un
c
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STILL LOADS MORE LEFT FULL NAMES PLEASE!!!
PLEASE DON'T MISUNDERSTAND ME WE ARE DRESSING UP AND WE WANT YOU TO DO
SO TOO IF YOU FEEL LIKE IT I REALLY DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF THE PLACE IS POSH OR NOT
mwahs
c
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