How are you? No seriously, how the hell are you? Made it through January OK? We're all still kicking, somewhat miraculously, into the second month of 2009 now, and happy to be doing so. It's been a good start to the year so far, and since it's been a little while since I wrote a little blog, I figured hey, it's Friday, things are a bit slow at the day job desk and there are things on my mind so why not fill up my computer with ink and type and scribe out my tremendously important and obviously sexually enticing thoughts down here for you to have a good long 'think' about... I know all about your thoughts you filthy perve...
So we've been ploughing ahead with things that are fun - finally sorting out a release date for our now LONG overdue Enterprise EP, which will be with you very damn soon we promise, and will fulfill every desire you could ever have from it.
We've had a couple of very positive initial reviews on it to which have been ace... and our show at the Barfly recently has been reviewed TWICE.
Wait, I mean that it was reviewed by two different people, who did it once each. One we knew about, and one we found out about today. One of them will be in the March edition of Filter Magazine USA, so god knows how we'll get our filthy mitts on a copy of that, but very happy that it's going out there, don't you get me wrong.
The second one showed up in London Tour Dates today, completely unexpected. Now what is strange about this is that we were the opening band on the night, by choice I might add as it was the late club show for the fabulous Stylish Riots boys (what we do love!), and that the headliner is managed by someone who actually works for Tour Dates, and yet we were the only band reviewed... Which normally I thought would be lovely, except this guy seems to have either/and/or no sense of humour, no sense of rhythm and is obviously unhappy that all of the people that came to see us left before the end of the night, and the room was empty for the headliner, which, to be fair, isn't actually our fault.
So this review said that we dress up in the style of 'Americana', which to my understanding is a bit like pseudo frat-cowboy, and I'm not sure how jeans and t-shirts do that, but hey, I'm not really big into fashion... Then he has the balls to say that I talk with an 'educated english accent', when in fact I am, and I am proudly and at every opportunity very fucking loud about the fact that I'm Australian, born raised and to the blood you deaf twat.
He then makes reference to a joke I made about how after Mika (and I never thought I'd write a blog with Mika in it, but hey, never say never right? You and me Beyonce, it's gonna happen), released the hilaribad song 'Big Girls', it turned out that you can sing the chorus of that over one of our songs, which we wrote a damn site before Mika did. I bet Mika sits at home singing: 'How did you get to be so-oh/Big Girls, you are beautiful - wow, hope those Bad Robots never find out about this'.
He then says this gives you an idea of our aspirations and our limits. Well, if we could limit ourselves to massive international success then that'd be fine with us thanks.
He also said that we have a finite lifespan.
It was at this point that I realised that we were, in fact, being reviewed by either a God, some other kind of infinite immortal being or the Highlander, and began to worry that we might be making powerful enemies.
But then I remembered that God doesn't exist, Highlander was just a movie (or so they WANT us to think...) and that if it wasn't for Mattie dropping me a copy of Tour Dates into work I never would have found out about the review in the first place.
And have I taken this personally? Well yes of course I bloody have!
But for reasons discussed here we shall laugh in their large and unattractive faces and dance merrily forwards in a rather entrancing way that you will find both irrestable and slightly worrying way.
Check this out - it's gonna be HUGE. I mean pants wettingly amazing HUGE, so mark it down kids, it's one to be at.
Ben Robot xx
