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City: Norwich
Country: UK
Signup Date: 11/29/2005

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Sunday, March 08, 2009 
I saw cutting edge last night.

Maggie Nicols and Phil Minton. Vocally improvising, looking like two mad old codgers down by the supermarket.
They sat on stage and writhed and sang and spat and ranted, giggled, howled.
Maggie proudly flapped her bingo wings and became the sexiest woman in the room, not bad for a 60 year old.
Phil made notes from his voice that split into three before they spewed from his mouth.

This music has been cutting edge since these two emerged in 1964. It's as cutting edge today and in the same way, discuss using both sides of the paper. It's as cutting edge, and primal as you want it to be.
If you are free today at 2pm, come to the Feral Choir at the Norwich Arts Centre.
Sorry it's a bit early for me to be articulate.
More later............................


Saturday, December 20, 2008 
So, the challenge was to play our acoustic set as quietly as possible in this timewarp of a bar, decorated in a style of ancient King John/ Errol Flyn realised by folk of 1973. What do you mean a glass of wine is £1.60! it's true people take a look. Jurnets Bar, Kings Street, Norwich and those looking for film locations, it's there, untouched by modern hands......
We sat down for the gig, I think this was my first seated gig, I felt like a jack in the box with a locked lid, but managed to chill out about it, go with your parameters, stop being a diva, 'I can't work sitting down' yes you can you big show-off....
So we began, I sing quietly...... yes and suddenly there is so much further to go...say you are creeping around a house, discovering, peering, wow....whispering. Now compare this to flinging the door open, stomping through and shouting.."I'm HERE!!!"
So we crept through the songs savouring the sylabulls, able to make seemingly giant waves and lulls in our small blanket of notes....
'Keep your nerve' is what we said to each other before we began... it's not about being shy of an audience anymore, it's about being able to create a painting of sound and not let it run away with laziness, slap-dash-that'll-do, bang it out, just get to the end.
So you have to try a bit harder...... in your head, hold it back, don't blow yer load......but be able to lose it,  be real, be there.
I liked it.




Tuesday, December 09, 2008 


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As we gazed across
        the Spree from the Funkhaus, little did we know that we were looking at
        the shores where the Red Army entered Berlin at the rivers shallowest
        point, with tanks pushing through the water alongside equipment drawn
        along by camels. An unimaginable glorious and apocalyptic site.


     


 


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Thursday, December 04, 2008 
Last night was a joy.
The feeling of gigging whilst not quite knowing what is gonna happen next, is a thrill.
To amputate and reform a band with unusual body parts.
It takes all the expectations away and leaves an open ride.....
More of it!
Be prepared to fail................
Karenx
Sunday, November 30, 2008 



 








I was overwhelmed
by the building, never before had I seen such precision, invention and
pleasure on my eyes.


So much f**king care,
interest, not chained to an unrealistic budget, because it was finished,
every detail.


Here was something
subtle within the walls that I had never experienced, it was unsettling
and very comforting at the same time.


I was trying to understand
what I was feeling, I think we all were, why were our eyes so calm and
our chests excited?


The smell, I wish
I could show you the smell of the room, we lamely likened it to our first
school mixed with the dust of 70 years of sound.


We made a lot of
noise here, does sound ever completely disappear? We like to believe we
have left a little of ourselves in the walls.


The Funkhaus, Orchestral
Rehearsal Room, Nalepastrasse, Berlin.11/08





Friday, November 14, 2008 
Meet The Butcher Of Common Sense .
The Neutrinos have just returned from Berlin where they have been writing their third album.
Actually it could now be their fourth as one Berlin escapade was to write an album in an hour.....
So 9 people in Berlin, one on the stop watch and recording the frantic creative enema of rules imposed....
We ran off in pairs to make up 2 ideas, 8 mins,
Back to the group, teach your piece to the group, direct who plays drums/sings/guitars/shouts etc
Record.
Move on to the next track.
During this time the artwork is being put together, the thanks list, the track list, deciding on album title and song titles.
We then did a mix down,
Burnt the CD,
Did the band photo.
Finally all 9 of us went and listened to the finished product in the van on the stereo.


Next up, the difficult second album in an hour.......
VISIT SITE at http://www.butcherofcommonsense.com
Thursday, July 17, 2008 

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Friday, July 11, 2008 
Unit 5 was like going to a party in the 70s, we took our own booze, we made huge amounts of noise and it was awesome. You must check out BK + Dad, they can take you places with just their drums and guitar, forget the White Stripes, this is something else. Off to Serbia in 6 hours, must get some zeds.

Lady Neutrino x

my favourite gig in Norwich to date.... mmmmmm
Tuesday, July 08, 2008 

One Way Kiss video, made in the old shoe factory, Norwich city UK.

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Tuesday, June 10, 2008 

Howlin Haiku

Strung Out

Elvis will pull your

Goddam tongue out by the roots.

Long live rock n roll

Big Tease

We may find ourselves

Embracing failure as the

Tease of excellence

Knock

Opportunity

Is kicking our dark door down.

Make yourself at home

Founded

Founded deep in snow

Neutrino incognito.

You will find us too

Wolf Wax

If the wolf will wax

lyrical, we might melt the

Space between us all!

Bendy in

White trash in cheap seats

Neutrinos travel light

On arian ayre.

White trash in cheap suits

all fingers and facial hair's

mistaken for Jazz.

White trash and cheap eats -

What kind of trouble we in?

Bendy in Berlin.