Another week spent in the Big Smoke has passed. We went down to record with the brilliant, and brilliantly funny Sam Frank also known as Tony Mazorate (“I love big bass”). The session was great, and the Lamb Tagine from a street vendor on Ladbrooke Grove was, in one member’s eyes -no name mentioned- even better. In two days we managed to put down a recording of ‘Ivory’, and its sounding as sweet as the apricots that set off the street Tagine.
Never ones to rest on our laurels – which is probably the reason why we hold such contempt for our work – we popped down to Finsbury, a very plush borough of London, and quite simply, we hustled. I’m not going to give anything away now, for that would be folly, and I love any opportunity to tease any soul that allows me the pleasure. Please refrain from twisting your knickers, all will be revealed in due course.
Samuel.
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