Hello friends of the Jesus!

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We are sad to say that we have been the victims of robbery of late!  Some one nicked off with all our amps, stands, circuit bent keyboards, mixer and all of Tim’s tools! The giant “Hers” base amp is no more!

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In less than 20mins some unmentionable in a RED TRANSIT (keep ur eyes peeled) drove up to the back of Tim’s truck and robbed the lot! If you go around to many local / London gigs and happen to see my Laney “Hers” base amp, immediately punch the person who claims ownership and then either steal it back for me or do neither of these things and call the cops (but get their details in case we have to initiate some vigilantly justice the Jesus style)

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In other news, we are shooting a new music video for one of singles coming out early next year and the album is also due for release around March. We also have a gig this Thursday at the Good Ship in Kilburn so come down to that and have a Christmas drink with us and the usual suspects.

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Wrap up warm and remember look busy, Jesus is coming!

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See you on Thursday

xxxx

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Manchester - Dry Bar....

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I had to combine a little business with pleasure in Manchester so whilst I checked in with a client, the boys went shopping at Trafford centre. They went to buy a jacket and new shoes and returned with a pocket full of tokens they didn’t get round to spending in the arcade! They also claim that 2 girls were checking them out. I believe this is probably true as in “what the fuck are these two old farts doing in an arcade? And then probably something along the lines of “perverts” ....

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The interesting thing about being in close quarters with these two is ....

1 – they both snore (one of them VERY loudly)....

2 – they both do not like the fact I tear them a new one in shit head EVERYNIGHT! (local card game)....

3- they both fully believe in the Linx effect and whilst tim thinks “Africa” will have the ladies swooning, jonnie goes for “rare leather” both of which I can assure you leads to no swooning. ....

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So Manchester then, we played Dry Bar and the sound guy, his assistant and his dad were wicked. I particularly liked the assistant. He was an emo looking type, very sweet, young, thin but quite smiley.  The most endearing thing was the way he told the sound guy  “your dads a lying a prick and I’m going to stab him in the face” to which the sound guy replied “that will make a change from cutting yourself” (all in jest of course)....

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We sound checked and then went for Japanese and watched a brilliant glam rock band from Japan play to a massive fucking stadium. One of the guys in the band was called Rusty Nail (never seen a ginger Japanese glam rocker before) and the restaurant even served sushi on a massive wooden boat! It was delicious! ....

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I digress………where the fuck was I………oh yes, so it was a small but appreciative crowd and I even met a feller from bear my neck of the woods (Mildura in oz!) We even managed to shift some merch so it was quite cool.....

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HIGHLIGHTS....

Japanese restaurant………..Sushi………….on a boat! I’m not kidding....

 The MINGING jacket that Johnny bought!!!!

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Liverpool ....

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Wednesday night saw the Jesus trio head to Korova Bar in Liverpool. A catchment area for students, the Korova features the upstairs industrial dinner / downstairs “I want to play a game” Saw dungeon kind of vibe. Upon arrival we looked to see if there was any evidence of us playing the venue on that particular night and after finding the only WWJD poster in the vicinity, I was shocked and dismayed to find that someone had given me a Hitler tash! I have my suspicions of who did this and I will not point fingers (maybe a banana. THAT’S RIGHT!!!!) ....

We sound checked and headed out to grab our keys from the Travelodge and initiate our 3 people in a two-person room plan (ask me for details at any gig) ....

It was Tim’s turn to pick where we would eat dinner and he decided on a quant little Indian restaurant “a passage to India”. I now understand why the Scousers call southerners soft and it is all to do with the strength of heat provided by ones local curry house. Whilst I can enjoy a Madrass back home in Chatham, it actually burnt a hole in my face in Liverpool. Johnnie was kind enough to taste the devils Madrass and will confirm my claims of fiery hell in a tomato-based sauce. To counter the inferno I had to drink quite a few glasses of red wine, this lead to a few on stage mishaps but I like to refer to this as adding “flavour” to a gig.....

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We played to a small but appreciative crowd and although I referred to the onstage sound as “singing in a piss trough” we had a good time and seemed to go down ok. ....

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We met a lovely and very good band Lost City Radio who have promised to come to our neck of the woods to play a show or two with us and I got to catch up with an old mate Kaylee who kindly brought along a crowd for us to play to (thank god someone was promoting the gig)....

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Highlights....

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Knocking over my mike stand through Casey clumsiness, seeing Kaylee and Jonnie forging Jesus's autograph in the hotel room bible! ....

In order to do this right I must start with the first gig after the single launch, Bath Moles.....

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Reduced to a 3 piece as gembals had chronic migraine, we jumped in the jesus wagon and headed for bath. This was also the day Tim and I were battling some version of swine flu / black plague and Johnny was bracing himself to take over on vocals.....

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As it was a Saturday, we were playing the club night which was quite late so after sound check, we ate at the obligatory vegie/vegan/hippie restaurant and then I decided to curl up in the back of the van to catch some zzz's. Whilst the plan was good in theory, I didn't realise it would get so cold and had to improvise a blanket out of a massive sheet of bubble wrap that at one point, probably safely delivered someone's bathtub to Tim.....

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It was warm however my bubble wrap duvae proved quite noisy whenever I moved.....

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The crowd seemed to enjoy the set especially one guy who came and stood about a foot away from Tim for Love Is and shook Tim’s hand mid tourette sweary ending and then ran away.....

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We sold quite a few “I Don’t Give A Fuck About Your Band” t shirts at Bath moles and the strange consumer pattern that seems to be emerging is bar staff, sound guys and promoters that work in music venues. I’m not sure if this is scary or ironic.....

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Highlight from Bath Moles....

That guy behind the bar doing a wicked review (please see pics and also front page of site as I have scanned it in) If that guy happens to read this, you are a really good writer and should defiantly keep perusing music journalism.....