After many months of waiting, our demo is finally out. It is no masterpiece. But I must give my thanks to Reece Hayden, who produced the entire thing in his bedroom. And did a god damn good job of it too. The songs that are presented are songs written by myself and my dear friend Dr Lovewar. We have written many more and plan to play our first cluster of shows in the new year.
https://soundcloud.com/badmoon
The demo can be heard in the link above.
Please give any feedback on our facebook page or whatever.
Monday, 10 December 2012
Tuesday, 4 December 2012
ppppppp.
Well by while i mean a few days. Iv been busy, iv just come out the ass end of a three hour train journey. It went faster than first thought.
These days I really felt like the spectator of my own self sabotage. Letting life run free with all my own decisions. Judgment never really came in to it. When it came to money, Judgement never really came in to it at all. Impulsive acts have gotten me so far, so i figure they'd get me a little further. On the way home I sat on the bottom floor of the 126. Making the transfer between wolverhampton and home. I was almost home, ready to take a piss I had been waiting to do for about one hour and twenty minutes. My bladder was no true friend in the war against reality on this melancholy trip.
for me, money became valuable at only one time. When there was severe lack of it. I am the universes most warped financier. You could even argue that i was worse than George Osbourne, no actually. No you could not. However I have no dept perception and my overdraft is a table cloth. I knew where money should be kept though, I never lost it in a physical sense. A homeless man chased me for some change he heard jangling in my pockets in the subway earlier. Hell id probably have stopped and given him some if he didn't wear a look on his face that said I will piss on kids for whiskey.
The roads near my home were glazed in ice. This was a terrible ordeal when your only wearing brown leather boots with no grip whatsoever. The air was born of ice and december had made its firm grip on my psyche. Cold shit.
These days I really felt like the spectator of my own self sabotage. Letting life run free with all my own decisions. Judgment never really came in to it. When it came to money, Judgement never really came in to it at all. Impulsive acts have gotten me so far, so i figure they'd get me a little further. On the way home I sat on the bottom floor of the 126. Making the transfer between wolverhampton and home. I was almost home, ready to take a piss I had been waiting to do for about one hour and twenty minutes. My bladder was no true friend in the war against reality on this melancholy trip.
for me, money became valuable at only one time. When there was severe lack of it. I am the universes most warped financier. You could even argue that i was worse than George Osbourne, no actually. No you could not. However I have no dept perception and my overdraft is a table cloth. I knew where money should be kept though, I never lost it in a physical sense. A homeless man chased me for some change he heard jangling in my pockets in the subway earlier. Hell id probably have stopped and given him some if he didn't wear a look on his face that said I will piss on kids for whiskey.
The roads near my home were glazed in ice. This was a terrible ordeal when your only wearing brown leather boots with no grip whatsoever. The air was born of ice and december had made its firm grip on my psyche. Cold shit.
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