Songs are being written, technologies are being tweaked, noises are annoying my neighbours and I’m hardly getting enough time to go to work and sleep, let alone read the novels I’ve been promising myself.
Raw ideas are pouring out of my hands faster than I can produce and write lyrics for the tracks. 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.
Album, I think, will be mastered and delivered by about March, so expect it in April. It’s sounding raw.
Keep it fucking heavy