Square eyes.

A whole buncha videos from the last practice.

Breedin' heck.

Here's a bit of blistering Pais.

No wonder he's taking a break wi' a Cup-A-Soup...

...he's just gone through no less than six sticks.

And here's why...

Going bananas.

They say hard work never killed anyone. But the bass player came close

disproving that particular axiom last night. Anyhoo, here are the fruits

of our labour (geddit?).

First up, don't be hatin'...


And a tiny taster of the hardness to come (and hardness to fall).

Hanging by the Fuzz.

Back to the rehearsal room and there was some new kit on the block. Namely,

Jezza's drums. To celebrate, he dressed like Mother Teresa and Potter swallowed

a microphone.























































Frivolity aside, it was time to knuckle down to the graft of rocking some new
numbers. First up, some bleach Blondie.



We zip through the fuzz. Painful.



Another (quite lengthy) run through She Sells Rain.

When it Rains...

The glories of high payin' gigs behind us, we went back to sweat in the studio.

There was much discussion as to whether we should attempt Rain or She Sells

Sanctuary and the omens weren't good...

But we mashed the two together and we miiiiight just have got away with it.

And all we need are...

(Well, that and a bit more practice.)

Giggity.

And so, the time came to unleash the Squid upon an unsuspecting world.

The old-school flyers went up...

...and the armaments were assembled.

This is 'The Lowdown' bar in the basement of the Albany pub, opposite

Great Portland Street tube.

Rich and Garth took to the stage. If a junk-filled mezzanine floor with alcoves

could be referred to as such.

At least somebody knew what they were doing. Anna, our sound engineer for

the evening, did an amazing job of sorting it all out.

One final tune up...

...and it was time for a packed house to face the music.

We played for about 40 minutes. Which seemed like ten to us. And an eternity

to the crowd.

Here are some tantalising tasters.

Midnight cowbell.

Rustier than the Titanic's tailpipe, we went back to the rehearsal studio and

tried to cobble a set together. With the welcome addition of Jeremy's new cowbell.

After four or five runs at every song, we eventually managed to get it together.

The noodle and the damage done - hard rockin' takes its toll.

Here's the full set in four parts, warts and all. Mostly just warts, really.

Out ta get ya mother.

Another rehearsal, another crime against music. This time, we mashed up

Guns 'n' Roses with Abba. Björn to be wild, if you will. After that, we mashed

ourselves up pretty thoroughly too.

Getting shirty.

Our new T-shirts arrived, just in time for our most recent practice, hurrah!

We were without our guitar wizard, but Kate from the Squidettes stepped

in and we pogoed and spat our way through a new tune.

Guest Night.

Sadly, Jezza was unable to make our most recent practice. Instead we were

joined by several guests. Some we'd invited...

...and one we hadn't!

Here, filmed in stomachchurnovision, is a promising start for an entirely

new band (once they've been joined by a bass player of their own). Who'll

end up supporting whom?

There are a few more videos and clips of the evening's entertainment here>>

YouPhone.

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Off to Never Neverland Ranch.

Kiss yo' bad self, with Metallikay back in the day, cha'mone.

Pais maker.

Pais opens up a bottle of plonk, followed by a can of whup ass on his new

orange Danelectro. There's loads more photos on the new Provenance Of Squid

Flickr stream. Checka checka >>

Badge of honour.

Jez's daughter sent us this awesome Provenance Of Squid badge. It's also

been added as a button, top right, to brighten the site up.

Kill the radio star.

A few more videos of our Thursday jam. First up, Bjorn to be wild...

The original isn't a patch on this mash-up. Patch. Geddit?

Taken from an odd angle. But it'll be Neil Peart looking over his shoulder after this.

Enterprising.

We spent a convivial evening in the delightful surroundings of Enterprise Studios.

Garth paid for it at the start of our session...

...as did the band next door, for the rest of the night.

Here, captured live on GarthCAM, is where Beethoven Rolls Over.

Repeatedly, in his resting place.

Quick merch.

We've gone logo agogo and even printed up a shirt. Considering it's a limited

run of one, it could definitely be said that we've already sold out.

You know we're gonna be alright...

Buzzkill.

One last bonus video from Thursday night, offering all the back to back

guitar action you could wish for. If not far more.

Deaf jam.

Here's a ten minute mp3 of us playing three or four songs, recorded on a phone.

Phil Spector may have pioneered the wall of sound. But our technique captures

the entire terrace. Download >>

Have them shot.

A few short videos from our most recent rehearsal.

First up, Middle Age Kicks.

A snippet of the incredible bouncing guitarist...

And finally, a Substitute for some other guys.

Who can play.

We are...

Garf

Jez

Momo

Pais

Jase

...and we are

The Banned

The Smell

Wall Of Green Filth

Provenance Of Squid.