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Peter and Kerry began as an impulsive side-project. The two solo artists, who had become close friends following a years' worth of label-related activities, decided to make use of some spare time one weekend in the late-Summer. Having never fully-collaborated, the duo bravely embarked upon an uninterrupted writing and recording session which took place over several days at Peter's family home in Southampton.
They returned to London with a finished record. The release, entitled 'Clothes, Friends, Photos EP', has since gathered critical acclaim from blogs, magazines and radio stations worldwide; what began as a whimsical experiment has become an exciting new outlet.
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LIVE
- UPCOMING GIGS:April 27th - Leeds, Metropolitan University (with Lucy Rose).April 28th - Sheffield, Queens Social Club (with Lucy Rose).April 30th - Lincoln, Engine Shed (with Lucy Rose).May 1st - Preston, 53 Degrees (with Lucy Rose).
May 3rd - York, The Duchess (with Lucy Rose).
May 4th - Newcastle, University of Northumbria (with Lucy Rose).
May 6th - Aberdeen, The Lemon Tree (with Lucy Rose).May 7th - Inverness, The Ironworks (with Lucy Rose).May 8th - Glasgow, Oran Mor (with Lucy Rose).May 9th - Belfast, Oh Yeah Music Centre (with Lucy Rose).May 10th - Dublin, Button Factory (with Lucy Rose).May 12th - Liverpool, O2 Academy (with Lucy Rose).May 14th - London, Shepherds Bush Empire (with Lucy Rose).May 15th - Cambridge, Junction (with Lucy Rose).May 16th - Oxford, O2 Academy (with Lucy Rose).May 17th - Falmouth, Princess Pavilion (with Lucy Rose).May 19th - Cardiff, Glee Club (with Lucy Rose).May 20th - Exeter, Lemon Grove (with Lucy Rose).PAST GIGS:March 8th - Luxor, Cologne (with Lucy Rose).March 7th - Zoom, Frankfurt (with Lucy Rose).March 6th - Uebel & Gefährlich, Hamburg (with Lucy Rose).March 4th - Paradiso, Amsterdam (with Lucy Rose).March 3rd - Rotown, Rotterdam (with Lucy Rose).March 1st - Studie 2, Radiohusets Koncertsal (with Lucy Rose).February 28th - Debaser, Stockholm (with Lucy Rose).February 27th - Debaser, Malmo (with Lucy Rose).February 25th - Festsaal, Berlin (with Lucy Rose).February 24th - Kranhalle, Munich (with Lucy Rose).February 22nd - Chelsea, Vienna (with Lucy Rose).February 21st - Magnolia, Milan (with Lucy Rose).February 19th - Plaza, Zurich (with Lucy Rose).February 17th - PTR, Geneva (with Lucy Rose).February 16th - Botanique Orangerie, Brussels (with Lucy Rose).February 15th - La Peniche, Lille (with Lucy Rose).February 14th - Le Divan Du Monde, Paris (with Lucy Rose).December 4th - 100 Club, London.December 1st - Sixty Million Postcards, Bourenmouth.November 30th - The Registry, Portsmouth.November 29th - Undertone, Cardiff.November 28th - The Railway, Winchester.November 27th - Hare & Hounds, Birmingham (with Laura Mvula).November 24th - Oakford Social Club, Reading.November 23rd - Modern Art, Oxford.November 22nd - Kraak, Manchester.September 6th - The Lexington, London (Clash magazine launch).September 1st - In The Woods Festival, Kent.August 16th - Old Red Lion, London (The Folk Sessions).August 10th - 12th - Knee Deep Festival, Cornwall.June 21st - The Lomography Store, London.June 20th - The Slaughtered Lamb, London.June 11th - The Barfly, London (Laurel Collective album launch)May 9th - The Barfly, London (Jon Kennedy's XFM Xposure show with Milagres).March 27th - Electricity Showrooms, London (with Laurel Collective).
February 9th - Amazing Radio/Club Fandango, Bull & Gate, London.
January 11th - Music Week Breakout, Proud, London.December 14th - Corsica Studios, London (BBC6's Tom Ravenscroft curates)November 30th - Railway Inn, Winchester.November 26th - Tin Pan Alley, Colchester.November 23rd - Studio Private, London (with Lianne La Havas).November 22nd - The Social, London (with Monument Valley).November 20th - St Philips Church, Salford (with Lianne La Havas).November 19th - Thekla, Bristol (with Lianne La Havas).October 13th - Hoxton Square Bar & Kitchen, London (with Kyla La Grange).September 7th - Pop, Southampton.
September 3rd - In The Woods Festival, Kent. Hosted by The Laurel Collective.
August 25th - SpineTV 'Stolen Moments' launch, Cafe Oto, London.
August 14th - Lucy Rose's Sunday Social, Old Queens Head, London.
August 11th - Servant Jazz Quarters, London.
August 5th - Knee Deep Festival, Cornwall.
July 13th - Station Sessions, St Pancras Station, London.
June 15th - Strongrooms, London.
June 13th - The Slaughtered Lamb, London.
June 4th - Ejector Seat Arts Festival, Southampton.
May 16th - CAMP Basement, London.
May 5th - 229, London.
April 26th - The Social, London.
March 16th - The Hanbury Ballrooms, Brighton.
March 3rd - The Elgin, London.
February 21st - The Slaughtered Lamb, London.
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VIDEOS
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EP LYRICS
- CLOTHES, FRIENDS, PHOTOS
I know that I have got to let you go.
Because I feel like I'm Ted Hughes and you're Sylvia, and I'm dragging you down.
Because I put on love songs, and you put on break-up songs.
And if I kiss someone new, will you just say "don't worry."
Maybe you're just letting me go like a mother letting their baby fall asleep.
You know like when you understand that you've got to do something you do not want to do.
Like I know that I have got to let you go.
This means I'll have to sell off all my clothes,
And find me some new friends that you don't know,
Forget about the things that you had said,
And stop eating food the way it was prepared.
This means I'll take some photos off my wall,
That is all, that is all, that is all.
But how can I really say how I feel when I've sworn not to say that I love you in song?
I need to find a better way of saying that we've been through whole wardrobe changes together,
Or maybe I'll say our skin cells died and over five years we grew back as new people,
But I've sworn not to say that I love you in song.
HALF EMPTY
Create the atmosphere.
Burn a candle, light some incense,
Take a seat at my desk.
Put on some thinking music.
Like Casiotone For The Painfully Alone.
Why won't the light shine in my head?
Why won't the words fall from my brain?
Rush down my arm and out through the pen to paper anymore?
Why won't the light shine in my head?
OH, NO
No, what have I done?
I don't know.
I don't know anymore.
THE SHADOWS
Relax my hands on the table.
Uncurl my fingers to reveal superficial indentations.
Crescent moon shapes mark the surface of my palms,
It's twilight: your shadows lurking over again.
Try to hinder foolish pride
From shooting out my mouth like a gust of wind
And blowing out your light.
All I want is you to shine.
And I'll wait here with you until sunrise.
I am blinded by your light,
Your dark shadows always lurking behind you.
And I'll wait here with you until sunrise.
KNEES
This can't just be a chemical,
From now any other pain is bearable,
And I feel as if I'm skidding like Somerset House skating.
Like when you need to puke,
And you're feeling so weak,
You're on the floor folded on your knees.
I mean:
You had me on my knees.
This can't just be a chemical,
From now any other pain is bearable,
And I feel as if I'm skidding like Somerset House skating.
And maybe sending just one 'X'
Is my new goodbye-for-life text,
And trying to think just what is next:
You've got me on the floor again.
All I can picture is held hands coming apart.
CRASH AND BURN
I want my memory back,
I'm tired of drinking it away.
I want fluidity.
I'm exhausted trying to write this story when I can't see.
Some don't mind waking up in strange places;
I like the feeling of my bed.
Every corner, dip, creak tells a story I'm familiar with,
And i find solace and comfort in that.
I want my memory back,
I'm tired of drinking it away.
I want fluidity.
I'm exhausted trying to write this story when I can't see.
What you put in is what you get out.
The toxins in my body are poisoning my head.
Giving me false senses of security.
You're not my bodyguard, and if I'm not careful you'll make me crash and burn.
I want my memory back,
I'm tired of drinking it away.
I want fluidity.
I'm exhausted trying to write this story when I can't see.
THE SUMMER HOUSE SONG
It's 4am, and September.
And I feel like I'm five years of age,
As I sit here I anticipate.
I hope it's not trite to say:
It makes me feel like it's Christmas Eve.
It's 8am, and September.
And I shouldn't be, but I'm freezing,
But something is close to happening.
I hope it's not trite to say:
It makes me feel like it's Christmas Eve.
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EP DIARY
- Peter:
HALF EMPTY
Kerry showed me her demo of this at about 5am one night in July 2010, and I pretty much melted straight away. In fact, I nearly cried. Hearing that first demo now instantly takes me back to sitting there listening to it in her room, jealous as hell.
This was the second track we did of the E.P sessions at my Dad's house - we started it straight after we finished Knees on Thursday 12th August, and finished it on the Friday. Kerry played ukuleles, toy piano, drums and did vocals. I did glockenspiel, keyboards, bass, drums and vocals.
Something I still find really nice about this track was that on the Friday I woke Kerry up at 10am with two cups of tea and we both wanted to instantly turn on the computer to listen to what we'd done the day before (Knees and half of this track). We started to listen to this, I picked up a keyboard and we carried on recording the track straight away with a breakfast-less Kerry still in her pyjamas, and finished it by 2pm.
THE SHADOWS
Throughout May, me and Kerry were in the studio where I worked at the time to record a new track of hers - she chose this one. Nice recording evenings with lots of pitta and houmous involved. She played acoustic guitar, keyboard, percussion and sang. I played banjo, glockenspiel and keyboard.
We intended to work on this song over the E.P sessions, but my laptop charger had died, so there was no way of getting what we'd done so far onto my studio computer. We thought about leaving it off the E.P, but when we got back to London we recorded bass (played by our manager, Will), lots and lots of new drum tracks and even more vocal tracks (including some shouting parts that nearly made me faint, and that I seem to remember made Will, sitting in the next room, a little concerned).
I remember us wanting to make the ending sound like a more folky Flying Lotus; I have no idea if this worked or not.
KNEES
We started this as soon as we got to my Dad's place in Southampton on the Thursday - and I mean literally as soon as we put our bags down and made a cup of tea. I guess I was just too excited to record to give Kerry a tour of the house or any other niceties like that. We played the piano parts simultaneously. After recording piano, we recorded drums simultaneously too, and then Kerry played some one-handed electric guitar parts which we put through the Space Echo (I thought I was being super clever at this point with the one-handed guitar). I quickly recorded some simple toy keyboard and electric bass parts, we did some shaker shaking, and then started the vocals (of which there are over thirty tracks). We finished it super, super quick and then celebrated our first completed track with some crackers, brie and spiced rum. We then started on Half Empty.
CRASH AND BURN
We started this on the Friday evening when Will and our good friend Prokopi (www.itdrewitself.com) came down to visit. This was a track we did because another wasn't working - from a pure selfish point of view, I couldn't be happier that we chose to do this one instead.
We started by recording some electric guitar (Kerry) and toy-keyboard drum parts (me) - after a bit of alcohol this was proving pretty difficult. All four of us then did some hand claps and other percussion bits, and that was it for the evening (we went out, I missed the world's easiest pool shot and me and Kerry danced to 80's songs.)
The next day we cooked some breakfast, Pro took some photos and we carried on recording the track. Kerry recorded the E.P's funkiest bass part, Will taught us the physics of audio frequencies, I programmed some casio beats, we both recorded some simple drum parts and then did the vocals (which we put through the Space Echo). I remember Kerry saying she wanted the vocal bridge before the last chorus to sound like Deacon Blue - which may or may not have had something to do with the copious amount of 80's music we'd consumed the night before.
We finished this one pretty swiftly too - and then afterwards sat on my bed and listened to the E.P as a whole about 10 times through.
THE SUMMER HOUSE SONG
In September 2010, a few of us from Tape Club went to stay in a rented cottage in Devon for a week, doing some recording and dancing in the kitchen a lot.
Me and Kerry were usually the last ones up over the week and one night we decided to write a song together in the summer house, and came up with this. We spent the next night recording it in the living room of the cottage after everyone went to bed, and recorded the vocals when we got back to London.
The first instruments we recorded were the acoustic guitar and banjo parts, which we played simultaneously. The song initially had a 30 second intro of us trying to start the song but repeatedly getting it wrong, which I kinda liked.
ONE THING
Kerry and I have been big, big fans of the Amerie track for a long time. We were sat at her dinner table one night in February with a guitar and toy piano when we started to improvise a much softer, slower take on the original, and it all just seemed to fit. We then recorded the track a couple of weeks later in her flat, which we then gave to our good friend Stan Gabriel to mix and polish up. It will be released this summer.
Something to listen out for in this recording is Kerry's use of a china bowl as percussion. This came about purely by accident: we were enjoying a nice serving of soya yoghurt whilst recording, Kerry's spoon accidentally knocked the bowl, we both instantly looked at each other as we realised that the sound of the bowl was in the same key as the song, and recorded it straight away.
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LP LYRICS
- I DON’T KNOW
I would not say everything’s changed,
It’s too lazy to exaggerate.
Maybe it’s transition which hurts you more
Than the cleanest of all breaks.
And I did not think you’d hear me say
“I did not know it at the time” etc.
For every time that we both laughed hysterically just like we always did,
I think I broke down into tears.
Or every time we danced, I broke into tears.
And I would’ve asked you then and there to marry me.
Sometimes you’ll give a little look,
And sometimes we’re like a little book
Of our own language I’m still learning all the time.
And I would not draw a line through your name
But I still close my eyes and hear you say
“Well, yes it’s love but that is just not enough”.
For every time that we both laughed hysterically just like we always did,
I think I broke down into tears.
Or every time we danced, I broke into tears.
And I would’ve asked you then and there to marry me,
But something made me lose all my vocabulary.
SPLIT FOR THE CITY
My dear, I’m so sorry that you’ve got to spend your days alone.
For this I curse and my heart valves burst,
I want to say I love you first in some letter I’ll write in verse,
But I’m no good with words.
And you should hear the other guys in my department say things like
“You know, I’m up at 6 and I’m out all day, Just to earn some bucks, can I relax okay,
Is that too much to ask?”
But some of the time I dream that you’ve slipped through my fingers,
And you’ve abandoned me.
So, what if you tell me you’re going out for cigarettes but you split for the city
To start afresh away from me?
I send you off to work with a packed lunch,
Call you my honeybunch, tell you I’ll miss you much,
Cook you that French cuisine that you think I like,
Keep up the roleplay: your loving happy wife.
But what you don’t know and I’ll never tell you is that
I don’t miss you, I watch TV all day, I drink cocktails at 12,
I don’t iron your slacks, and I dread 5 o clock cos that’s when you get back.
This isn’t personal, yes I still love you, but I’m not in love with you.
So, maybe I’ll tell you I’m going out for cigarettes, but split for the city
To start afresh away from you.
BROKEN
Another statement through, another IOU,
Just one more skeleton she'll need to hide away,
She's terrified, just one more to ignore.
And she's growing tired of these reminders,
And he says, “You better keep it together,
We said we'd never let the kids go through this.”
It mounts up; she's a broken woman
Walking round, elbows out, knuckles locked on her neck and her knees all weak.
Those of us walking past all become blind and deaf when she tries to speak.
He left a note for her, he said the kids were safe,
And although it’s modest, he said they're settled down,
They don't ask questions, they know what is best.
It mounts up; she's a broken woman.
Walking round, elbows out, knuckles locked on her neck and her knees all weak.
Those of us walking past all become blind and deaf when she tries to speak.
What little that she has that she carries around tells her what she's missed.
But the things that she packed when she left give her life some significance.
She can't stop for too long, what's been done will always follow her.
CIRQUE
I left after 8 to board the plane to Montreal to see what fortune lay ahead.
It’s true, I was scared, and didn’t have two cents to rub together to keep me hydrated and fed.
Nobody thought that I would really do it,
They said I talk the talk but never follow through,
Now I’m 24, it’s been six years
And still they all think I’ll crack at any minute.
My body weak and tired, but not enough to stop me seeking out the place where I belong.
And it took about six days, all I remember were the glowing lights of Cirque De Soleil.
Nobody thought that I would really do it,
They said I talk the talk but never follow through,
Now I’m 24, it’s been six years
And still they all think I’ll crack at any minute.
FUCKING AROUND
I ain’t fucking around.
They told me things have changed, it won’t work in this day and age,
And even if I try so hard they say it’s not the same.
I ain’t fucking around.
They said I was a bit old hat, if I change will I lose my respect.
They said I was a veteran, should I let my youth go?
Can you see yourself up there on the big screen?
Can you see your smile sat proud in magazines?
They told me to put on a show.
I ain’t fucking around.
They said it was like riding a bike, something that you’ll never forget,
But things have changed so much I can’t keep up so I guess I’ll cut my losses.
Can you see yourself up there on the big screen?
Can you see your smile sat proud in magazines?
They told me to put on a show; I didn’t know who the hell to be.
ANNIE
Tell me if you wanna go out swimming,
And make sure you bring a swimsuit (yes okay),
Take a picnic on the yacht and maybe afterwards
Sail the boat to Oregon and we'll have some fun.
And then afterwards,
Tell me if you wanna go out dancing
And be sure to wear your best dress (yes okay),
I confess I’ll get a little drunk (so will I)
And maybe then we'll sail back to New York.
It's almost sunrise.
You fell down from your boat,
In your evening gown,
When you washed up in Elk Cove,
You did not know your name,
Or your date of birth.
Took you to hospital, a psychiatric ward, because you don’t even know your name.
He's a man you didn't recognize (you know me),
But he's pretty sure he knows you (it's Annie),
Took you in his arms and he kissed you (no, no, no),
I think the doctor wants rid of you (you’ve got to go),
You don't have a choice.
He took you to your new house (what a mess),
And he labelled you his loving spouse (not impressed),
Introduced you to your four kids (who are you?),
You said you'd not seen them before this (not a clue)
You just can't recall.
You fell down from your boat,
In your evening gown,
When you washed up in Elk Cove,
You did not know your name,
Or your date of birth.
Took you to hospital, a psychiatric ward, because you don’t even know your name.
You remember who you are and despite your rich blood, you still chose me.
CONNECTICUT
I've been walking from downtown Shelton for days in east Connecticut.
Eat only what I find along the 108 but it barely gives me strength.
“How can people see it when they're speeding by on the interstate at night?”
“Dont worry ma'am they're only really whizzing by between 2 and 5am -
The rest of the day is so full that no one moves. But there's hope yet, there's hope yet.”
Spent my life sat on fences watching freight trains pass, I’m an old cat watching stars.
I while away the hours and think about my home, I don't want them worrying.
“My baby’s been missing for months, I want him back,” said Mrs. Clyde, aged 56.
“I’ve not really slept since February 25th, I’ll admit,” said Mrs. Clyde, 56.
Now it's been five weeks, I’ve just about given up, I walk the same route but I can barely stand up.
The things I see around me that I seem to recognise are what keep me connected
And let me know that I won't forget.
MONTMORILLON
Arrived from Limoges with our bags on a one-coach train.
Walked three miles up the road to the supermarche,
In a 30 degree heat, with no prospect of a taxi.
Jean-Paul and Camille found us at Carrefour,
And drove us to Thollet from Montmorillon.
And they’ll never know how much we wanted to express our gratitude.
It was hard to say thanks because the translation got a bit lost.
Our answers stretched to “Je ne comprends pas”.
Jean-Paul and Camille found us at Carrefour,
And drove us to Thollet from Montmorillon.
FIFTY IN THE SLOTS
Just fifty in the slots should do it, I feel lucky today.
If I win this time and break even then they won’t have anything to say to me.
So earlier this year, I knew we drifted apart,
And what started out as new interests lead to indifference for us.
But all your sighing heavily and semi-silent mutterings
Are another guarantee that it’s too late to stop me,
Because fifty in the slots should do it, I feel lucky today.
I would stop if I just wanted to (you just can’t stop),
And I know it makes you sick.
I don’t want to, or maybe I can’t leave it alone.
But do you really think there’s a way home when you’re this far gone?
I know that you took all my money, and fucked me over for rent.
It doesn’t matter if you pay me back, you can’t make up for this.
You skulk around, and you play making friends,
And sometimes I think you even fool yourself,
Because fifty in the slots should do it, I feel lucky today.
And you know it makes me sick (I just can’t stop).
I don’t want to, or maybe I can’t leave it alone.
But do you really think there’s a way home when you’re this far gone?
It’s not too late.
WHEELS START TURNING
I tell myself that I’m not radiantly confident,
And it’s so ludicrous that I just find it laughable.
I recite, “yes, yes I am, yes, yes I can.”
I’m going to throw away these shoes and bin these books and set a new alarm.
Get myself a rented car and start driving to Minnesota without looking back.
No, no I won’t, no, no I can’t.
Somebody once told me when dogs start barking,
The wheels start turning.
Now, I’m enjoying every little conversation,
Then, I was yawning at the end of conversations.
I send an SMS to rocket launch me out of the fear,
I send an SMS to get me the fuck out of here.
Why is that, why does change have such change for me?
Somebody once told me when dogs start barking,
The wheels start turning.
ST PIERRE
I’m a little bit sleep deprived.
Despite that, I could be labelled as content,
And it dawned on me as I cycled down the road to St Pierre.LAY ME DOWNOne night his key did not fit the lock,His pounding fists were answered after some time.She said that she was scared living alone, as the house was not hers.She'd get another key, but in the mean time, just ring the bell.Anybody else and he'd have laughed,And for his years, he thought he'd know better.But weak as he was, and usually apathetic,Now slipping slow and sadly into love he can't work out.But even simple men have thoughts you cannot read and dark complexities.A simple man, she thought.Soon falling into traps that all men do,I.e. the thought that buying gifts brings them to you.But while gifts were sold, he did not dare say anything,She had a crippling capacity to puncture him.But even simple men have thoughts you cannot read and dark complexities."Lay me down," he thought, "I'm full of sin, my hands aren't clean.I could never explain exactly what washed over me."A simple man, we thought.
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LP DIARY
I DON'T KNOW
We wrote this in the town of La Trimouille in France, which is where we stayed for a week last summer to start the album. We were sat by a river under a tree with Peter basking in the sun, and Kerry messing around on our little guitar that we had with us. Over ten or fifteen minutes, Kerry’s chords gradually formed, a loose melody was drafted and eventually it turned into this song. We came home with the music complete, and a couple of months later the lyrics were written by Peter whilst he was waiting for a train. We recorded a demo of it late last summer whilst rather hungover and sent it to our managers, who seemed to like it.
SPLIT FOR THE CITY
Last summer after we’d returned from France, we were filming a Teardrops cover video with Miles Langley and Justin Weiler by Kerry’s old flat. We had a bit of a break in the back garden and Peter came up with the main hook of the song, and we quickly recorded the idea on his phone. What we didn’t know until later on is that the whole process, which took around 5 minutes, was recorded by Miles and Justin on their audio equipment. We listened back to find ourselves talking about production styles and video ideas for this largely unwritten nucleus of a song. We decided straight away to make it about a repressed housewife living in the 1950’s, which was probably the beginning of the album’s storytelling themes. On a more musical note, we had been singing a fair bit of Cyndi Lauper at karaoke nights around London - which probably contributed to the sound of this song.
BROKEN
Whilst listening to a very simple MIDI demo of a song that Peter sent through, Kerry remembered a story she had been told about a man in her hometown who had lost his job, which lead to his wife leaving with the kids and eventually him being homeless. We decided to adapt this story to this MIDI demo and make it about a woman going through a similar situation.
CIRQUE
The two of us used to be in our label mates band, Dogtanion, and last summer we were rehearsing for a gig of his. It came to lunchtime, so naturally Kerry got on the drums and Peter picked up bandmate Josie’s Roland SH-101 synthesiser. We had just fallen in love with our other label mates, the Laurel Collective, and decided to try and cover a song of theirs. Being both easily distracted, our attention got swiftly diverted to appropriating this cover for a song of our own, and the chords to Cirque gradually unravelled. We both recorded a very simple MIDI demo and Kerry wrote and recorded the lyrics and sent them to Peter, which he loved.
We both had the same vision for the song after we’d heard an African percussion group in Finsbury Park at end of last Summer. We must have fully realised this when we recorded it, as it ended up having about twenty drum tracks, and another twenty tracks of percussion and scrap metal which we found next door to Andy Ramsay’s Press Play Studios.
FUCKING AROUND
Last summer, Peter recorded a really bad New Wave song demo to send to Kerry. The next day, he accidentally shifted some of the audio a beat or two ahead, which resulted in the bass and drum rhythm that ended up on the song. After Peter had come up the main “fucking around” refrain, Kerry fleshed out an idea of a washed-up reality TV entertainer, which eventually became a washed-up musician at the end of an unsalvageable career.
ANNIE
This track was another bad MIDI demo that Peter had sent Kerry, with even worse demo ‘nah nah’ vocals that Peter had done. This was one of the last on the album to be written, musically and lyrically. We were at Kerry’s parents house in Colchester late last summer and had been struggling to find a subject matter for this song, so decided to watch the film ‘Overboard’ with one of Kerry’s favourite actors, Goldie Hawn, as a bit of a break. The film is a favourite of both of ours, so we decided to write the song lightheartedly based on the storyline. Kerry started this rather novel writing process by jokingly rapping some call-and-response lines over the demo, which we found surprisingly catchy, so we decided to pursue it.
CONNECTICUT
This was another song written on our trip to France. We were sat by the little river running past our cottage (and we say ‘our’ because one day, it will be). We quickly recorded a demo of it, which when listening to it now sends us into a spiral of nostalgia (we just looked up plane tickets - they were expensive). We wrote the lyrics at Kerry’s house in Colchester whilst waiting for Kerry’s Dad to rustle up a culinary storm.
MONTMORILLON
Kerry initially wrote the basis of this song’s chords when moving out of her old flat, the day after we had booked our flights to France. We picked up where we had left off the night we got into our cottage in France, after a rather eventful day of travelling: we had flown into Limoges, and had got the train to a town called Montmorillon. From there onwards, we had no way of travelling the extra 20 miles or so to Thollet, near La Trimouille. Despite this, we decided to do a weeks worth of food shopping with all our luggage, which, naturally, consisted mainly of alcohol. Whilst Kerry was browsing the wine section of Carrefour, Peter stood carefree and oblivious to Kerry’s struggle with the French food labels. Eventually, and rather randomly, a bemused elderly French man spotted Peter looking at a map of Thollet. And even more randomly, this elderly French man spotted his friend Jean-Paul with his daughter Camille, who just happened to live down the round from Thollet. So, after a great deal of map-pointing and hand gesturing we found ourselves, our guitar, our luggage and weeks worth of shopping packed into the back of Jean-Paul’s surprisingly small 4x4. We got to the cottage, opened a bottle of wine and immediately started to write the rest of this song.
FIFTY IN THE SLOTS
Like with ‘Annie’ and ‘Fucking Around’, this song started as a basic MIDI demo Peter made, which we each elaborated on with verse lyrics at our respective houses. Kerry came up with the chorus when we were staying at her parents house, and we quickly recorded a vocal demo of it. Due to the shouty nature of the demo we recorded, a slightly concerned Kerry’s mum sauntered up the stairs to tell us she could hear us shouting from halfway up the street on her way back from the shop.
WHEELS START TURNING
This was probably the first song we started to write for the album, and the last we recorded. We took a very simple demo to France which we quickly expanded and fleshed it out structurally. We took this back home, and whilst staying at Kerry’s parents place we wrote the lyrics. To get us in the lyric writing mood, we ad-libbed a song about Kerry’s perplexed cat, Toulouse. These words mainly consisted of lines such as “fluffy, fluffy, fluffy little tail and twitchy, twitchy, twitchy little eyes.” Without really having a singular set subject for the song (instead there were about five), we still had fun writing it, as can be seen with this demo lyric: “MTV and ABC, CBS and ITV. You’ll go far, kid, I’ll make you a star, kid, just stick with me”. Luckily, we saw sense and re-wrote the lyrics.
ST PIERRE
This was the second song that Kerry wrote in France, inspired by the peaceful daily bike trip we took into the town of La Trimouille. It was the second day of our stay there, and so we were still a bit tired by the previous days travel. To get into town, we would pass a tiny hamlet called St Pierre, which gave Kerry the ideas for the songs lyrics. She then wrote the guitar chords whilst sitting by the river next to our cottage, after a rather nasty mosquito attack. After the trauma, Kerry played the song to Peter, and we drank a beer and carved it into the song that it is now. This was the first song which we started recording for the album in Peter’s Dad’s house, where we had recorded our previous EP.
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