[start] Our new song Big & Clever (listen at www.myspace.com/itch) is a track featured on our un-released album 'The Illusions of Grandeur from a One Trick Pony' which is a record of 4 years pent up ideas and misunderstandings. The final mix and master is on the to do list, We don't have a clue who will release the album as of yet so I can't give you a release date. Any labels who are interested please contact us at: (turbodcfc@hotmail.com) The image above is an insight to the artwork I'm currently working on for the sleeve. [end]

[start] 10 tracks 2 days flat out no holes barred, caffeine blistered lungs drowning in guitar after guitar. Man known only by his own name works into the night mixing as we speak. An overlay to follow over dubs, then the tinkering begins. We wish you all a Happy Christmas and a Happy New Year. [end]

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Moments of time recorded into electric current and stored on devices to be passed on as kitsch historical content never really making any real sense to me. Putting the hours in to make the payments as we keep death from the door I struggle to keep my tears back. Back catalogues of new material floods our estates held back by heckle an the wraps of baseball bats. No intent to use or supply will leave us treading water. Stepping up to the plate the crowds held their breath. The balls in your court not mine.
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Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen sorry for the delay. This was due to a technical fault and the KINGS CROSS. There are serious faults in your plans. Transparent. Naked. Raw. I find beauty in the strangest things. Loneliness can take you by surprise. We are locked away writing to our hearts content, I mean why worry we are at the top of the food chain. It will be the son we never had. Silent and golden. Now clap to the monotone drone of the entertainment. So pull the other one we’ve heard it all before. Rubbing shoulders with the riff raff seems to have come off in our hands. Loaded up to the nines falling in an out of rehearsals and shows trying to save shrapnel towards funding the next record. I wonder whether, I wonder whether. The trouble with me is I like the tension that fuels the anxiety; it has the power to move fake Theme Park Mountains. Let the cookie crumble darling we have to leave now I can see the river rising. Covered by politics the sky sits heavy above you. Too close for comfort to close to home. Again ‘The bombshell’ came and went with no momentum from our friends so we have slipped quietly under the radar. Our tracks build slowly going under such names as: Here Comes the Cavalry, Shark Attack, Tom, Dick and Harry, Stale Dinosaurs Rule This Place So I Waited for the Next Big Bang and Two Came At Once, Fine Tooth Comb, Butter Fingers, Put up Your Dukes..... Saving spare coppers in a jar marked next album we wonder whether.
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