Once again we’ve pushed the boundaries of how many late nights our bodies can take, festivals are usually the yardstick by which excess is measured and this week past we’ve graffitid our names in piss over that yardstick with a silly amount of London based activities, none of which really to do with music, brilliant!

It’s hard to think chronologically when it’s all a bit of a mush of stuff, but I’ll start on Tuesday, since I can’t remember what happened on Monday. Read more

Oh my we’ve been having fun! A cloud of pleasure has been hovering over the Minus IQ camp over the last week and a bit, raining joy-soaked droplets over our grinning schoolboy faces. No I’ve not overdosed on acid, am just a little flamboyant with words today. It’s been a cracking time!
Last Saturday saw another photo-shoot, this time with the magnificent Stewart Ruffles (www.rufflesphotography.com). An early morning start and a pretty quick day in fact!
We all piled into Olivier’s (label guy…keep up) Land Rover, which would be more suited to the set of Born Free than the streets of North London, it felt as if we were going on safari, although rather than spotting monkeys we were avoiding running over school-children…nice. Read more

Here is the set list from our gig at The Fly last night…

Shoot First
Can I Be of Service?
Tale from the Other Side of Town
Ultraviolet
Home Cinema
On the Rocks
So You Know
Emotion in Motion
False Smiles

Wooargh we’re all really excited! Another week has past and another host of things have been going on, lots of meetings, gigs, parties, events. Soo much to talk about.

Basically the main focus of this week has been starting to work with our press officers/publicists/PR whatever you want to call them and their job is essentially to sort out…well…publicitiy in the print media, i.e. magazines/newspapers/etc. Our first meeting with them was at our usual haunt (London’s Proud Galleries) where Sam Sparro was playing, it was ABSOLUTLEY rammed but much to our amazement we all swarmed in amongst Mark Ronson’s entourage..I approached him later on and much to my surprise he remembered me from Coachella, God knows how. well…he said he did…which was nice.
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