Greetings. We’re back for more punishment. 2017 was a terrible year, most people will acknowledge that and are, or should be, setting their visors appropriately for 2018. Just keep your eyes to the ground and you might find a dollar. Or maybe a discarded copy of our NEW ALBUM! Or, you might be thinking you’ve just bought a copy of Tayla’s new one, or maybe a nice little cake from Brunettis after navigating the prams and the grossly bulging cyclists, but in neither case were you correct because instead you bought a copy of our NEW ALBUM! Which was made in the awful year of 2017. Let that sink in. What a bad year. Full of bad people doing bad things. I’ve been one of them, one of those bad people. If not in my actions then certainly in my thoughts. And in my actions. But in my thoughts I’ve gone beyond what I see myself ever actually doing, which is not unusual, it’s part of having a healthy imagination. If you’re a sociopath. Or, if you’re trying to write a NEW ALBUM! Which, being a sociopath, I went and did, again, even after so many tries at it before, and knowing full well what it would do to everybody involved. Even you. Accidental owner of our NEW ALBUM!
Right there in the swill of 2017 I cranked my four track recorder, lemon spritzed my Caballero, put the metaphorical bull to the knife and asked the questions again. And the answers duly came, they swum up to me and variously oinked, quacked, simpered, barked viciously, different voices but the same language, “make us Glenn, make us into the world, into the year of 2017, we will make you too Glenn, we will lift you and bear you on the swill current back into the premature summer so quick you won’t discern the addled jasmine from the early onset pond rot…and we will become you Glenn, and tell the stories you were too afraid to tell, hahahahahaha, WE ARE BOOTIKINS, WE ARE YOUR…” new album.
