II did actually cry and give people sea shells at Bestival. I can't really justify such deranged behaviour but actually it was out of sorts. Hard to believe but true. I am not normally like that. I drank a lot and sat in the sun too long by the tent and got sunburnt which is odd because I never burn. Then I suddenly felt a wave of self loathing halfway through my set and I had a mood flip. Anyway. I'm 3 tracks into my next album and am holing myself up recording today. I am taking breaks to drink iced tea and and take copious amounts of neurofen. Wisdom teeth. I am hatching a plan of how to steal Matthew Dear's brain but I don't think I can. I've prayed to all the gods, Sony, Apple, Bose, Sennheiser...all of them...but all they said was that they were processing my request.
If you want me to play a gig, get in touch. I need to promote this damned record but have no booking agent.
Thank you people who stuck with it and bought albums, by the way.
Umm.
OH YEAH.
It was bought to my attention that the record got quite a decent review on Drowned In Sound the other day but sadly it got removed from the site. I managed to find a cached version and seemings that I quite like the controversy of being censored, thought I ought to share best quotes (I'm doing this like those quotes that are taken grossly out of context on the back of books...mainly autobiographies. "George Pringle - My Period" is being ghost written by Andrew Mortimer, by the way). By the way, my blog is doing the stupid thing where I can't see what I am typing again, so it will probably be...well, you are probably reading a mess but life is too short:
Pieces of Review:
"But in any case, Salon des Refusés is here now, and while at times you are faced with what amounts to a debutante saying clever things over a laptop, to dismiss it as such would do little justice to the neon-streaked claustrophobia of a profoundly atmospheric record."
"The thing to remember is that Pringle is a musician, and a good one at that; not technically adept, but a deft textural manipulator of GarageBand and her own limited vocal gifts. "
"It all reaches musical and thematic climax over ‘Bonjour Tristesse’s ten churning minutes. The song commences with a muffled Pringle delicately singing the mantra ”my heart was meant to dance” over a nauseating, grimy bed, a bed that echoes and intensifies as the singer begins to unravel, declaring in less steady tones ”I’ve got no friends, I dance alone”. Around the halfway point words drop out entirely, leaving the song to mutate into an eerie cousin to New Order’s ‘In A Lonely Place'. Symphonic, sad and unhinged, it’s the apex of an album that steadily ratchets up the atmosphere, squeezing and constricting"
So, if I have managed to HTML this right, you woulda read that. So, on that note. I'm off to be sad and unhinged because it's what I do best.
Hoo Ha.
xxxx