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...

Get your kicks.

Another nice clip from Vanilla.

Vanilla Squid.

The Squid invaded WAG Town, at a swanky (without the s) venue in Fitzrovia - Vanilla.

We were on after 'Special Guests' who were a tough act to follow. But follow we did...

Here's the full set, with all* the MC Potter you could ever wish for. And as a special bonus, for these first two songs the bass amp was mercifully switched off.

*far more of

Friday, we're in love. Sadly, it was Thursday.

No haters here.

This is a mash up and a half. Followed by going Gaga and Little Jeremy Garner observing the Sabbath.

Kate Bush would be turning in her grave. She's not dead yet, but this might just finish her off.

No Stairway. Literally.

Other versions are available. Just up the road in Ally Pally as it turns out.

Fuelled for Satan.

Our rawk is powered by McDonalllllllllllllllld's Wa.

I see you're wearin' a suit...

No vids from this one. Well, not that you can find anyway as we're working on few surprises for the next set...

No rest on the Sabbath.

Some might say it's not just a woman who couldn't help him with his mind.

Squids of the Stone Age.

Two more tracks, murdered, mutilated and defiled in front of your stinking faces. Oh yes.



They'll want to hit us all right...