Songs are being written, technologies are being tweaked, noises are annoying my neighbours (heh) and I’m hardly getting enough time to go to work and sleep, let alone read the novels I’ve been promising myself since Christmas.
Pretty psyched though, because that means that things are going well. Actually, raw ideas are pouring out of my hands faster than I can produce and write lyrics for the tracks, which is kind of nice. I’ve made a vow, though, to either force myself to lyric or bash my fingers in until I’m unable to pick up my guitar.
That’ll teach me.
Album, I think, will be mastered and delivered by about March, so expect it in April. It’s sounding raw, savage, nasty and (in my humble) pretty brilliant.
Then again, I’ve been deluded my whole existence.
Keep it fucking heavy