Hot Nude Men!

Howdy, y'all. WH up in yo grilled cheese with the knowledge that you so sorely crave.
1. Yeah, Paul from The Snowdroppers does look a bit like me, but then again we do have the greatest beards going at the moment and combined with our dazzling waistcoat/shiny dome and glasses combo, what more could you ask for.
2. When you stay in Maitland, feel free to a) get naked and perform circus tricks with your genitals, b) do the work and c) wait a long time for breakfast.
3. I think that the album is being mixed or something even as I type. If not, someone send tigermoth/iron pig hybrid beasts over to Def Wolf studios to gnaw on Hammer's inspiration bone.
4. We're working on not none, not 1, not 3, 4 or 5 but 2 film clips for release over the next couple of months. Hang on to your decency, ladies and gents and also dudes who don't deserve to be called gents and girls who ain't ladies, though they probably have no decency to hang on to (in fact, they'll understand what this is all about - if you have a sense of decency, please have nothing further to do with this orginization).
5. When you're feeling really under the weather because you were up til the sun was all 'get off the planet, asshole' in your face, just get in a car with at least one Korean girl, a bearded gent and a dude who knows how to co-ordinate his hat and shoes with great style and sing 90s karoke - the music is awful but somehow this will stop you from being sick all over a truckstop bathroom while military types enjoy the bigot bile lymerics on the walls. Be careful in the booths however as someone may pour artificial sweetener on your dome. Don't say that I didn't warn you.
6. I'm still holding my jeans together with rags, does that excite you? I'm sure it does. Please send me bags of rags to attach to my dying trousers.
7. Our stern American overlord, BZ is booking the next tour and we expect to hit Sydney, Katoomba, Maitland, Newcastle, Melbourne, Adelaide and Glenelg at least once each for that little jaunt with bands along the lines of The Beards (those guys get it, obviously), Coerce, The Rumjacks, Jack Nasty Face and a whole host more of ne'er do wells, roust-a-bouts, drinkers, thinkers, stompers and rompers.
8. I think that's enough for now. Don't sleep.
Much Love
WH

Catchin' Y'all Up

Yeah, we've played a lot of shows lately. Big deal? You bet it is. With the recording of the album stretching out further and further (though really, final piano parts go down on Friday night, then we out like a cat that just pissed in your cereal and you were really looking forward to those Cheerios, weren't you? Serves you right, fancy pants breakfast lover), playing shows has been all that has kept us sane.
Much love to The Snowdroppers for their continuing participation in the great cocktail-off that was started at the Lady Luck Festival in Katoomba (I don't know what it was that Mr Wishbone offered me on stage at that sold out Annandale gig they let us ride their tails for, but it was not a salubrious experience).
That said, we've got another double-bang to go with the Snowdroppers January 30 at our favourite out-of -the -way joint, The Junyard at Grand Junction Hotel, Maitland. Should be a serious chance for us all to flex our sex joints and really get to grips with the strange relationship that we are developing.
In other news, I've been having to cover the holes in my jeans with rags, as I don't know how to sew. If anyone would like to sew my jeans or even buy me a new pair, that would be great: I'm a size 8 in girls jeans, skinny legs please. Low-mid waisted. Help a fellow out by throwing some money in my Stanton next time you see me out and about.
That's all for now, folks.
Much Love
WH

WH responds to BZ

BZ is in the know, she knows what do to, she makes us tick and sometimes her methods confuse the hell out of me. Sometimes I blow a fuse, I think she finds it amusing. I hope you do to. If not, please go to hell. Bring me back a six pack of mid strength, low carb beer. You can't have any.

Ok. I don't get it. I read and just thought what the fuck.I have no idea how to get people to blog or mini blog about us. You'd think good music and a great live show would be enough. Obviously we suck.Or need to play shit soft rock indie electro and have banal lyrics and wear tsubi jeans and fuck boys and girls and have rich parents but still drink cask wine even though our rent is paid and we've deferred uni to start a shoegaze band but then again I'll do it next week.There.That's my mini blog.

The Decemberists

Well, it been a darn long time since I got up on this and I wish that I could say I had an excuse, but I don't. Put it down to rudeness on my part. I've been a very rude man.
We've been in the studio and it drags on like a great queen in 12" heels with a boa constrictor slithering on fake breasts while we play YMCA at an outrageous volume - trust me, it very well could happen after some of the conversations I've been having with Ol' Blacktooth.
Now, don't think we're one note guys, we aint just been in the studio with Mr D K Hammer, we been gigging with the likes of The Snowdroppers (actually, I think that we may be involved in a fairly serious cocktail war with them after the Lady Luck Weekend) and The Rumjacks - hopefully this continues into the new year.
We joined the Coopers choir to help out our favourite rock band in Sydney, you'll never guess who, well, you may if you listen to the drivel that I dribble when I'm six light beers and half a bottle of gin deep.
As far as the album goes, it really just expands like the story arc of an unorganized speculative fiction novelist. I wonder why that is. Cello, percusion, grunting gorilla sex parties, we captured it all and put it in a cage for your gawping amusement.
Hope to see yall at the Gaelic Theatre this weekend to help us round out a year of fire, flood, famine, blues, bums, box cutters and boxes of otherworldy nature.
Much love

WH.

Blood, Sweat & Beers - entire set thanks to MoshCam

http://www.moshcam.com/gig/gay-paris/the-annandale-hotel-648.html#/Gigs/648/

T-Shirt Sketch by Alice Amsel

Should be ready around abouts the time we hit Melbourne in October...

Should You Fuck A Guitar?

Drums, well, Smokin' D finished up a while back, didn't he - and of course he celebrated as only the very young can (that means until the sun comes up and his mommy gets real worried).
Bass gone down like a man off a bridge and no shingles were ever gonna stop Mr. Fraidy Cat.
Long time in and Ol' Blacktooth has wrangled and strangled his guitars.
"You know Skyship, how it was kinda modern? Now it's old and dirty..." he said to me just earlier today and that warms my phlegm coated heart. For some reason, if I say I fucked up, it means bad, but if you fuck up a guitar, it's the best thing you could ever mention. And that is just what has happened.
This weekend, we're gonna have a picnic and play with snakes.
More soon.

WH