Keeping up with the Jones.

Now this is what you call a sound Clash.

Heavy Breeder.

This is what we're looking for. The devotion. The dedication. The superhuman effort. Pay particular attention 30 seconds in, when you can see just what it takes - no, what is demanded in order to be of The Squid.

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.