If you want blood...

The whole ball of earwax.

Here's every song we played on the night.

Break for the Borderline.

In years to come, thousands will claim they were at The Bordeline on the night of the Thursday the 17th of February, 2011. But only the lucky 275 will truly know what it was like to witness the ecstasy, the agony, the sheer inflatibility that came to pass when Provenance of Squid stormed the stage in Soho.
















Of course it's all in the preparation. This time, Rich is not looking at the gear like it's growing out of the ground. He's just plain not looking at it.



















Potter adorned the front of house.



















Jezza bedecked the back ramparts. That might be a euphemism.



















The doors hadn't even opened and we were blowing it already.















Pais's Jaguar was the first casualty of the evening. Mind, even playing it in this state would probably have been more in tune than the inaugural strum on its replacement...



















The backstage hospitality area had everything you could ever want from a service corridor.



















It wasn't just people at the front in discomfort after we came on.



















The stage was set.















The set was staged.

And it was time to go bananas.

It all went by in a blur.















The Pais was blistering.



















And during the grand finale, a dirty ringer invaded the stage. Tone Def stepped up and a new bass God was born.



















We were all smiles. But how was it received by the audience...?















Judge for yourself, with these stupefying clippingtons:

2 minutes to midnight.

So, then. The very final practice before this Thursday's gig at the Borderline. There was blood on the drums and flob on the ceiling.

Here's one quick video, just for levels.

And here's a super sneak preview of the treats in store...

7 daze.

Magchan has made us this fantastic banner, complete with light-up disco floor (which would come in dead handy for Enter:Beat It).

Last night was our penultimate rehearsal. We hit the Borderline in under a week. Gulp. First things first, though. Time to put that new Joey Jordison snare through its paces...



Okay. These aren't all the songs, but try this for starters.



Phone. On speed dial.



Gay Bar, Kicks and Substitute.



Give me some Pais in me face.



Breedin' mayhem.



There's an easy way. Then there's the haaaard way:




And exactly as the title says, Not So Pretty Vacant. Though not actually terrible, considering we haven't played it since last August.

Deaf On Arrival.

Splitknob.

This week, we were joined by a very special guest star - none other than Slipknot's very own Joey Jordison. Sadly, without his signature snare drum. But more on that later.























Here, then, the entire Squid set from start to apocalyptic finish. And serve you right. First up, Joey Jordison fights the law.



Hate to say we love to beat it.



A spanking Monkey.



Phone more heroes at the Crow Bar, Crow Bar.



Teenage sub sells rain.



Caught by the Stevie's.



Little Jelamine Garner sings Breed.



And they don't come much harder.



Well now, here's a tale that has yet to play out. As mentioned at the top, our masked marauder was without his snare. This very snare, pictured, which should have been winging its way via special delivery.


















A day later, a parcel did indeed arrive. But it didn't look much like it contained a drum.























The reason being that it didn't. By some bizarre quirk of incompetence, it contained a Prestige series Ibanez shred machine.























And could I just draw your attention to the street value of the aforementioned instrument...











Somewhere out there, a confused longhair is quite possibly attempting to plug a hundred quid snare into his triple rectifier...

Stay tuned. Which we obviously didn't, if that version of Law in the key of Q is anything to go by. Anyhoo, check back to see what happens. In the meantime, as an extra special treat, here's a limited edition bonus track for all you truckers out there in the dark.



T-minus 2 weeks...