It went great! I was nervous as hell mind, I mean proper 'pacing, biting my nails, praying nervous.'
It's strange though, as soon as we kicked in to what has been described as the 'relentless, wirey dance-punk' of You Know, You Know, it felt like no time had passed, like we'd played the night before, not 2 years ago. We carried on through signature choons Hurricane and Where's Your Style? before playing old favourite It's Prehistoric! off the first EP Nervous Disposition, from all the way back in 2006. Crowd abuse came next with the exclamation 'no drunk bitches!' before steaming through two songs from our aborted 2nd EP, Modern Day Hero and As The Credits Roll. Slow song Lose The Grace was dedicated 'to absent friends' before closing with our only single The Morning After, ending drenched in feedback with a broken bass hanging off my person.
It was a great low-key gig, people enjoyed it and all the bands were cracking, it was the perfect way to get back into it slowly, our way of saying 'Hi, we're The Firebrand remember us?'
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Our 'reunion run' will take us to a few more places, it'll be nice to get out there and show these damm kids that two years ago when we were on our game, you'd need to be on form because we were unstoppable. Nothing has changed. I'm going to look forward to playing with the bands who's members we were playing to back in 06/07.
We three broken-down has-beens have still got quite a bit to prove, trust me.
The run of gigs will hopefully last up until March 2010, expect new songs, drama and violence. It has been christened with a relevant name in respect of this.
'Paining/Roaring: 2009/10'. I'm going to have blood on my hands and bad thoughts in my head. Would you expect anything less?
Monday 16 November 2009
Wednesday 14 October 2009
Lover - The New Statues Single
Good day to you all.
I am pleased to announce that following the free download of 'Kill The Body And The Head Will Die' (join the Clay Statues Facebook group to nab it) taken off the forthcoming Statues EP Eastern Bloc Winter, here's the details of the very limited edition NEW SINGLE!!!!!
We will be releasing Lover, on October 31st...AND ONLY ON OCTOBER 31st!!! As an old school homage to the first EP and Compilation it'll be a limited run of 30 copies all numbered with hand-made artwork by the band and with EXCLUSIVE B-sides!!
The track-listing is as follows:
1. Lover
2. Miss World 1974
3. Taking Control (Dischordance cover)
It'll be special and it'll make you feel good!
I am pleased to announce that following the free download of 'Kill The Body And The Head Will Die' (join the Clay Statues Facebook group to nab it) taken off the forthcoming Statues EP Eastern Bloc Winter, here's the details of the very limited edition NEW SINGLE!!!!!
We will be releasing Lover, on October 31st...AND ONLY ON OCTOBER 31st!!! As an old school homage to the first EP and Compilation it'll be a limited run of 30 copies all numbered with hand-made artwork by the band and with EXCLUSIVE B-sides!!
The track-listing is as follows:
1. Lover
2. Miss World 1974
3. Taking Control (Dischordance cover)
It'll be special and it'll make you feel good!
Sunday 13 September 2009
A Promise
I ain't no fucking drama queen.
But when I say this, accept in your own mind that these are my own thoughts, and you couldn't possibly understand what goes on in there.
Just come to terms with it.
There's a band from round these parts, who've entered a competition and have got to the final four. There's a lot riding on this, and they could come out the other side with their lives changed.
I can't stand for this, no way. Not when there are hard working, incredibly talented bands who achieve nothing.
I will lose faith in everything I once thought good if this happens, and as a result I will no longer be able to put my heart and soul into what I do, knowing that this type of travesty is going on.
I will give it all up, sell my instruments, never play again, because I simply would not be able to comprehend all of this.
A 1/4 chance of them winning, so that's a 1/4 chance of me giving it all up.
You couldn't possibly understand, babe.
But when I say this, accept in your own mind that these are my own thoughts, and you couldn't possibly understand what goes on in there.
Just come to terms with it.
There's a band from round these parts, who've entered a competition and have got to the final four. There's a lot riding on this, and they could come out the other side with their lives changed.
I can't stand for this, no way. Not when there are hard working, incredibly talented bands who achieve nothing.
I will lose faith in everything I once thought good if this happens, and as a result I will no longer be able to put my heart and soul into what I do, knowing that this type of travesty is going on.
I will give it all up, sell my instruments, never play again, because I simply would not be able to comprehend all of this.
A 1/4 chance of them winning, so that's a 1/4 chance of me giving it all up.
You couldn't possibly understand, babe.
Remember This
If anything happens to me, finish the CD and get it out.
My last will and testament.
Over.
My last will and testament.
Over.
Tuesday 4 August 2009
The Firebrand: Re-awakening/Re-imagining/Reunion
This was the band I gave my life for, between June 2006 and November 2007, for 88 live shows, for one released EP, a single and a half released EP. For all the broken fingers, cuts, bruises, broken hearts, and failed relationships.
I gave my heart, my soul, everything. I bled for this band.
We called it a day after battling through recording what should have been our second EP, the songs tell stories of falling apart, bad relationships and loss. We knew it was coming, but we still fought. Ultimately things came to a stop and we just gave it all up, left the 2nd EP to gather dust and moved on.
I told anyone who'd listen that i'd never go back.
I'd never go back.
Back.
This brings us to 2009, two whole fucking years since the last gig, the last chord of The Morning After echoing out, drenching the place in feedback, packing up the gear for the last time.
There are still stories to tell, we're still very angry, though in some respects we've mellowed with age. That fucking fire still burns though, and it eats me up inside til I think i'm going to be sick.
That's why we're dusting it off for another show, because of that desire, that burning inside the three of us.
Now more than ever it matters.
Mr. Hawkins, Mr. Davies and Mr. Holmes, like a moth to the flame, baby.
The Firebrand.
I gave my heart, my soul, everything. I bled for this band.
We called it a day after battling through recording what should have been our second EP, the songs tell stories of falling apart, bad relationships and loss. We knew it was coming, but we still fought. Ultimately things came to a stop and we just gave it all up, left the 2nd EP to gather dust and moved on.
I told anyone who'd listen that i'd never go back.
I'd never go back.
Back.
This brings us to 2009, two whole fucking years since the last gig, the last chord of The Morning After echoing out, drenching the place in feedback, packing up the gear for the last time.
There are still stories to tell, we're still very angry, though in some respects we've mellowed with age. That fucking fire still burns though, and it eats me up inside til I think i'm going to be sick.
That's why we're dusting it off for another show, because of that desire, that burning inside the three of us.
Now more than ever it matters.
Mr. Hawkins, Mr. Davies and Mr. Holmes, like a moth to the flame, baby.
The Firebrand.
Monday 3 August 2009
How 'It' Is
I am aching now, falling asleep but still thinking, still wandering and meandering through whatever path i've created.
I wrote a song about how I feel, i called it 'Lover'. 'Simple', I said. No joke titles. It's about a girl, some would say a love song - if you can believe that a Clay Statue can write one of those.
'I prefer the luxury of holding my hands up above the flames...'
I sang that with all my passion, about this girl, memories in my head of being underneath a swelling sky, black turning to blue, that feeling of dew upon your clothes from the night before, she feels like a part of you now, wrapped in an embrace they used to write poetry about, smiling, not saying anything but deep in conversation, noticing how the increasing light plays tricks on your mind, convincing you that you've noticed something you've never noticed before.
After you've felt that, waking up in a bed just isn't enough.
'Wake up with my lover (calm now), almost managed to forget myself...'
An aching in my bones now, lonely after only 3 hours alone, I can't think straight.
'If i'm lost then stay with me...'
Just say what you wanted to say....
I wrote a song about how I feel, i called it 'Lover'. 'Simple', I said. No joke titles. It's about a girl, some would say a love song - if you can believe that a Clay Statue can write one of those.
'I prefer the luxury of holding my hands up above the flames...'
I sang that with all my passion, about this girl, memories in my head of being underneath a swelling sky, black turning to blue, that feeling of dew upon your clothes from the night before, she feels like a part of you now, wrapped in an embrace they used to write poetry about, smiling, not saying anything but deep in conversation, noticing how the increasing light plays tricks on your mind, convincing you that you've noticed something you've never noticed before.
After you've felt that, waking up in a bed just isn't enough.
'Wake up with my lover (calm now), almost managed to forget myself...'
An aching in my bones now, lonely after only 3 hours alone, I can't think straight.
'If i'm lost then stay with me...'
Just say what you wanted to say....
Saturday 6 June 2009
Vile Fuckers
I'm going to be angry again. I've decided I'm so utterly fucked off by people these days, and the only way to get back a sense of 'person' is to get it all out.
Fuck you! No fucking more, you vile, worthless piece of skin.
It's all about other people though, isn't it? (Yes) I am so sick of this 'pat on the back' musical culture. Last night I had the chance to go and see some bands, but I didn't because I'd still be digging the hole to put the bodies in this morning.
I'm at six's and seven's with other peoples self worth. Then they say this...
"We are the best and most talented band to ever come out of this valley"
Without any sarcasm.
Say what you little fucker? How dare you have the gall to disrespect everything that has come before you with such a preposterous, ANGER-inducing statement. Cunt.
You will never better the people who came before you, it's because of those people you have a place to play. I'm not talking about me and my friends; I'm talking about the Pilotfish's, the Sserotonin's, the Wiccaman's, the Squeezebox's. You think that your shitty, fucking keyboard-friendly-girls-dancing-scene-bopping-16-17 year old filth betters this.
You will be gone in the blink of an eye you cunt. People won't remember your songs when they've grown older and had children. They'll never make a fucking film about you.
Fuck you! No fucking more, you vile, worthless piece of skin.
It's all about other people though, isn't it? (Yes) I am so sick of this 'pat on the back' musical culture. Last night I had the chance to go and see some bands, but I didn't because I'd still be digging the hole to put the bodies in this morning.
I'm at six's and seven's with other peoples self worth. Then they say this...
"We are the best and most talented band to ever come out of this valley"
Without any sarcasm.
Say what you little fucker? How dare you have the gall to disrespect everything that has come before you with such a preposterous, ANGER-inducing statement. Cunt.
You will never better the people who came before you, it's because of those people you have a place to play. I'm not talking about me and my friends; I'm talking about the Pilotfish's, the Sserotonin's, the Wiccaman's, the Squeezebox's. You think that your shitty, fucking keyboard-friendly-girls-dancing-scene-bopping-16-17 year old filth betters this.
You will be gone in the blink of an eye you cunt. People won't remember your songs when they've grown older and had children. They'll never make a fucking film about you.
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