Look, I know it's a shock but we are in fact alive and well, although we are
living in a canoe that we paddled away from the shores of north east England
in an attempt to escape our seaside ice cream eating debts, but we got lost.
We are currently circling the Isle of Man (we think) where we can just about
get reception on my RedCurrant, on which I type. If you want the true depth
of banality of our existence in the canoe, subscribe to our Twitter feed
banalisthenewinteresting@twitter.com

Anyway.

I just wanted to mention that the album I produced last year by Sean Gorman,
a.k.a. Swoop Swoop is out now on Metal Postcard records through Vitamin in
Australia, Cargo in the UK and... other distributors in other places.

It's nothing like ollo, but everything like Swoop Swoop. I didn't want to be
one of those producers who comes in and stomps all over the artist's
identity in the name of now-ness.

Have a preview listen here:

http://www.vitamin.net.au/Swoop%20Swoop/Somewhere%20In%20The%20Shadows/track
sdefault.asp?ai=271

If you like what you hear you might like to go to

http://www.abc.net.au/triplej/requests/make_a_request.htm

and request it. "For Real" might be a good one.

It is a grower, not a shower. Oo-er... what I mean by that is... it is
very unusual in this era in that it doesn't: shout, scream, dress up, poke
screwdrivers in your ears, claim to be an alien love spirit, only wear
pyjamas soaked in bourbon, pretend to be a homo, evoke faux religious zeal,
launch itself at the flickering flame of fame via a TV show, have a cool
video on YouTube, utilise social networking for grassroots marketing
initiatives, hop on to any passing bandwagon and try not to fall off until
the next one comes along, or only sound good on Ketamine.

Give it a few goes.

Back to ollo.

After, what, 6 months of computer and gear nonsense I am finally approaching
having a studio again having had to upgrade everything ever to the point
that I nearly left it all outside in the rain and sought solace as a roving
Buddhist solo acapella group singing "Knees Up Mother Brown" on a continuous
loop substituting dialogue from 'Race Around the World' for the lyrics.
"It's a hit!" I hear you cry! But oh no, that would be too easy. Fear not,
more non-selling "what is it meant to be, exactly ?" ollo music of marginal
appeal will be exiting my soul to be seared onto CD or written to MP3 via
telepathy some time soon. Ish.

But you know, if I CAN get this gear to work properly, eventually, I am
very excited...

Alex