Hyard Man Style

Another year, another rehearsal. Somewhere under the open hi-hat, we're playing Jimmy Cliff.

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.