Okay, so we're currently preparing for tour no.2. We're off for a few dates around the country with the wonderful Wintermute who, like us, recently put out their record on Big Scary Monsters. 

We'll be visiting Newcastle, Leeds, Cambridge, London and Birmingham from the 4th to the 9th so take a look at the dates on our page for venues and the like. The London show is a free one too, with Copy Haho, so you've no excuse not to make that one.

In other news, we're working away on new material - and will be recording a new song on June 14th in Brighton.

Hope to see you on tour.

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Debut release for both band and label, this blistered and pummelled three track slab of mid 90's styled Chicago grimness is the first of three planned EPs that'll hopefully see the light of day this year.

Already garnering repute and acclaim following their ultra limited, 200 copies only 'take courage' demo / mini album, this Cambridge quartet are already haring fast on the outside lane offering their alternative to the musical landscape seemingly dominated by off the peg 'shelf' assembled ensembles much glorified by the indie inkies. Instead the sound of the Tupoloev Ghost is one that's been swamp dragged to be crafted meticulously and moulded out of some insanely discordant primordial ooze.

Wrestled by crippled time signatures, jabbing riffs and a deep rooted conflict and a latent aggression, this quartet ostensibly procure elements of hardcore to their bludgeoning bow, within that matrix sickly pour forth post, math, slo-core, metal (and even occasionally - as on the greater part of 'Autodidact'- prog) dialects. All this is stirred into an uncompromising take no prisoners brew culminating in an titan of a release whose arrangements are disfigured, discordant and derailed to be spiked with timer charged kegs of acute attrition and sit somewhere between the Arm and Hey Colossus.

Mixed by Owen Turner at the famous Sickroom (Magoo, the Broken Family Band, Sennen et al) these three cuts sound like throwbacks to classic era Dischord and Touch 'n' Go, appearing like some kind of fistfight between Shellac and Fugazi, these mutant festers squirm and itch like puss filled scabs, bleakly edgy and rooted to the spot by a stalking grind, 'first prize' the opening cut is particularly afflicted with an unerring negativity that both scalds and jars with shock therapy alarm as it scowls from out of the grooves.

The previously aforementioned 'autodidact' squirms malignantly with a veritable maths accent reminiscent of Slint before without any warning erupting 2.30 in into a frenzied freeform rout. 'Ambulances' wraps up the set, perhaps the best moment of the set - potent, volcanic and charged with a sinew snapping electrical atmosphere as it careers, blisters and punishes. So bloody good we're off to source a copy of that debut 'take courage' release.