Finishing a Mini-Album... with swearing

Rightio you poo-socks… its almost fucking done, and to reinforce how fucking close it is, I’m going to increase the swearing so that you fucking KNOW its nearly fucking done. Got that? Fucking-A.

Tits. This is an odd time for Pisco Sour Hour… generally we’re one hell of a team, keeping our disagreements to ourselves, and turning them back in on the band to help make results better, to keep our quality control high. But at this stage – conceivably the stage where all can be lost or won on this venture – our usual tolerance of each others viewpoints becomes a little strained. Now don’t get me wrong, we’re not arguing or fighting or anything like that. But it’s natural that to get anywhere individuals might have to take a step back to allow things to move quickly, checking in with progress at points along the way to suggest, alter, veto, or in a worse case situation, kick-off wildly and leave the band in a strop of gargantuan enormity (not happened yet… maybe next recording!).

Shit fanny. Relinquishing control does odd things to an individual. You get all itchy about things, hearing mistakes all over the shop that you KNOW you can sort by cock-damit, whilst the people you’ve trusted seem to be worried about everything else apart from the fricking Wok which is at least three eighths of a beat out of time, by Christ-mighty! And you’ve told them at least three hundred times, and by bollock-betty they’d better sort that bugger out or it’ll be curtains!

Errm… swounds. Of course, lets flip the picture around. The poor sod who’s been mixing for seventeen hours straight, trying to get the treble just right on the drums so that the guitar doesn’t drown out the bass which is currently bopping along like a dead fish with herpes. Who’s masterstoke of roughing up the vocals with a bit of distortion which has made the track shine like a brass phallic on a treetop was met with a shrug and a “suppose so…”. And who fucking knows that the Wok needs sorting, and has known that the Wok needs sorting since the daft wanker who was playing the Wok twatted it five seventeenths of a beat out of time!! And who’s idea was it to put a fucking Wok there!! Nonce faced sconner!

Wankface. So this is the kind of tension that arises… and it arises all over the fucking shop. The mixing is the biggest job, but there’s the cover, the title, the sequencing, the price, method of distribution… all of it has to be sorted, and all of us have to be happy with it. Three very different minds, all trying to push things the way they see them, whilst doing all the other things in our lives, and trying not to kill each other… to be honest, I’m amazed we’re doing so well.

SOOOO, ass sucking monkey chucker. There will be seven tracks, and they all sound great (that’s an obvious thing to write… but being honest, I wouldn’t have written it before we had worked hard tidying and overdubbing – we’ve done a smashing job, I’ll tell thee). I hope to Billy that it makes a reasonable splash when it hits the streets, since it a billion times better than the last one and if Billy and a billion adds up to bullion then… strike that… errm…

Petros Petros Perspicacity

PS – Just in case you missed it the first time, an interview with the band!!