We're two weeks into our four week recording session for Tales from the Grave in Space in rural Suffolk, a place which is comparable to the surface of Mars in terms of things to do and see, and all is going well.
Drums for the album are now complete and sound wicked, and our barn house is ringing day and night with the sound of Domo's solos and my attempts at vocal exercises. Scott Atkins is working his butt off at the mixing desk and we've been drinking Mojitos.
One night we walked to a pub in the middle of nowhere and walked back down the country road in the dark, and nearly got killed by a few cars on the way. Imagine how famous we'd have been then. Damn.
Album tracks:
Polterghost
Skeletron
Last Ninjas Unite
New Eliminators of Atlantis B.C
Escape From Scarecrow Mountain
Return To Blood Castle
We Respect You
Slam Anthem
Mummy Invasion
Three Witches
Mussolini Mosh
Apocalypse 1997
We have been drinking:
Mojitos, Sports Bastard (Amaretto, fake Malibu and Ginger Beer), Boheme beer, Carlsberg, Red Wine, Bacardi, J&B Whiskey. Drinking doesn't make you cool, but it doesn't hurt your coolness, either.
We have been listening to:
Manilla Road, Motorhead, Judas Priest, Al Green, Jackie Wilson, Metal Church, Louis Jordan, loads of Jethro Tull.