Art rock.

Another lovely Squid piece from Magchan, this time using mixed media with model guitars and shiny stickers. In fact, Magchan is doing more for the Squid than the Squid are at the moment...

Merry Squidmas.

It's been a while. And boy did it show. But here's a seasonal tune to enjoy while Potter writes to Santa in the hope of getting the actual key for his solo for Christmas.

 

The art of noise.

Here's a completely skill picture of the Squid done by Jeremy's daughter Magchan. It's actually the first time we've been seen together since the barn last summer...

Squid farm.

Our take on country music - the same old songs, played in a barn. We were joined by no less than four Squid Kidz - one of whom even guested on guitar.

Mars bar.

Here's slick flick of Girl From Mars at the 229.

 

The Battle of 2012.

It's that time of year again. The Squid took to the stage to do battle and represent their agency. Admittedly, only three of us still work there, but it's the thought the counts.

As a special treat, BC got to live out a long held personal fantasy.

And Jezza drummed it into 'em.



















Here's the whole set.

Floored.

Working on our stuffs in The Joint again. Rockin' so hard we broke the drummer.

Checka a couple of the tunes.

 

Call the Police.

Rich and The Squids got rehearsing again. And here's the very man, stocking up for the evening.

The recently inned Potter brought along an audience, who joined us for a post practice libation. In a doorway. Like the tramps we are.

We had a go at dialling up the Police. Which proved sadly prophetic, courtesy of a spot of bag snatching later in the evening.

Unfronted.

We finally got back into the rehearsal rooms and on the Sound Stage no less. But with no singer, everyone had to muck in with the warblings as we tried out some new tunes. First up, we're idiots. Not that it's news.



More Mersey maul than beat...


And we most certainly didn't forget the Joker...