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They've come a long way, baby; it's a mighty long way down rock 'n roll from TOTP to drawing the dole. Except DPW never made it to TOTP and are probably signing on at Leicester Central as I speak.
Nice boys though.
Blimey - back in the day and it was all A3 photocopied flyers for The Charlotte (happy days...)
Faster than you can say 'information super highway' and the City of Death's finest have gone all modern interweb on us.
We're talking EPK's, embedded myspace multimedia bollocks and 'I still blame the bigwigs at Radio 1 back in '89 on our lack of mainstream breakthrough, not that we're bitter, mind...'
And so the first new DPW album since the seventh re-release and ever so slightly re-mastered version of the Shakespeare Alabama masterpiece is almost upon us. I've not been so excited since Mark Crossley was last featured on Match of the Day.
It's an East Midlands thing, m'duck.
And so here we have an 'embedded web teaser' bollocks in all it's glory. Can't wait for the June release date, me. I may even have to take the day off work, download the audio delights and then declare it the BEST album since Crazyhead went all country 'n western on the City of Death masses.
And bugger me backwards with a banana Big John - doesn't this DVD look bloody good?
The DPW story has been retold many a times before. I can't be arsed to go over the ups (were there ever any?) and downs (descents steeper than taking your sledge down Hoe Hill) of MY band. Waste five minutes over HERE if you are playing catch up.
There's the added twist this time round that there's even more angst to be added to my love / hate relatonship with the City of Death.
Just don't go there.
No, really - JUST DON'T FUCKING GO THERE.
But I might have to sometime over the next few months with the worldwide tour to celebrate the, ahem, global release of Blood and Grace. The world tours kicks off in the City of Death and then continues in the car park at The Musician as Big J and Rick have a jazz cigarette and re-tell tales of of a Johhny Walker session sometime around early '91.
Every Picture Tells a Story, and I reckon I've been to five of the six locations for the photo shoots below. My stories surely can't be as great as the DPW legend, but then not a lot really is to be honest.
ONE! TWO! THREE! LET'S RAWWWWWKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!
God Bless the old boys; Still on the old rock 'n roll (rhyming slang) and still the BEST band in the world - EVER!
Anyone want to make me an offer for a set list from the Corporate Waltz tour at the Oliver Twist, Colchester, '93?
'Don't think twice you've just begun'
The road is tough but the road is long,
Your hour come, baby then it's gone.'
Good Times.
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| Tuesday 27 March, 2007 |
They've come a long way, baby; it's a mighty long way down rock 'n roll from TOTP to drawing the dole. Except DPW never made it to TOTP and are probably signing on at Leicester Central as I speak.
Nice boys though.
Blimey - back in the day and it was all A3 photocopied flyers for The Charlotte (happy days...)
Faster than you can say 'information super highway' and the City of Death's finest have gone all modern interweb on us.
We're talking EPK's, embedded myspace multimedia bollocks and 'I still blame the bigwigs at Radio 1 back in '89 on our lack of mainstream breakthrough, not that we're bitter, mind...'
And so the first new DPW album since the seventh re-release and ever so slightly re-mastered version of the Shakespeare Alabama masterpiece is almost upon us. I've not been so excited since Mark Crossley was last featured on Match of the Day.
It's an East Midlands thing, m'duck.
And so here we have an 'embedded web teaser' bollocks in all it's glory. Can't wait for the June release date, me. I may even have to take the day off work, download the audio delights and then declare it the BEST album since Crazyhead went all country 'n western on the City of Death masses.
And bugger me backwards with a banana Big John - doesn't this DVD look bloody good?
The DPW story has been retold many a times before. I can't be arsed to go over the ups (were there ever any?) and downs (descents steeper than taking your sledge down Hoe Hill) of MY band. Waste five minutes over HERE if you are playing catch up.
There's the added twist this time round that there's even more angst to be added to my love / hate relatonship with the City of Death.
Just don't go there.
No, really - JUST DON'T FUCKING GO THERE.
But I might have to sometime over the next few months with the worldwide tour to celebrate the, ahem, global release of Blood and Grace. The world tours kicks off in the City of Death and then continues in the car park at The Musician as Big J and Rick have a jazz cigarette and re-tell tales of of a Johhny Walker session sometime around early '91.
Every Picture Tells a Story, and I reckon I've been to five of the six locations for the photo shoots below. My stories surely can't be as great as the DPW legend, but then not a lot really is to be honest.
ONE! TWO! THREE! LET'S RAWWWWWKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!
God Bless the old boys; Still on the old rock 'n roll (rhyming slang) and still the BEST band in the world - EVER!
Anyone want to make me an offer for a set list from the Corporate Waltz tour at the Oliver Twist, Colchester, '93?
'Don't think twice you've just begun'
The road is tough but the road is long,
Your hour come, baby then it's gone.'
Good Times.
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