new chords

grilly: Bm F#m Am Em
laurence: D F# C B->F#->E

also:

this week's band war: Batty patrol vs. Nigger Patrol

split 7" on rebessicords.

tracks:
NP1: cold dark matter
NP2: sweatshop jailbait
NP3: blacky trouble
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BP1: some of my best friends are dead
BP2: Frankie Says...
BP3: Rimmin'!

Blurb:
after fighting endless wars on the streets of Lewes, rival gangs Batty Patrol (homophobic Jamaican ragga) and Nigger patrol (aka The Gay Mafia, playing white-supremacist indie and/or metal) largely put aside their violence and learnt to rock. now they only fight on-stage, and on this forthcoming exploitational and conceptual e.p. which hopefully we'll get around to doing one day.

oi, tommy

the eighth rule of the rebessica blog is - if this is your first time in the rebessica blog, you have to post.

no worries, i'm just bored and need someone to post something interesting, since i'm failing so badly.

this font i'm typing in now better not be the font we're using because the lower case 'v' is very vile.

get well soon grilly.

animal fruit and mineral pt2

frame one: as before (no flash back needed. flashback humour was perfected on the father ted episode 'kicking bishop brennan up the arse').
Bear: (deadpan) my grandma's been dead for months. what you mistake for her involuntary orgasmic convulsions, are merely the worms writhing just inside her skin.

frame two: nothing. absolutely nothing happens. bear is too shocked to say anything else, and pear's reaction is unreadable. he just stares back at bear. granny bear's flesh continues to squirm.
a removals van has now parked outside.

frame three:
pear: ha! i fucked your dead grandma!
(out the window, we see two squirrels unloading a tea chest...)


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now, i'm aware that by having the sickness pervading the entire strip and not just the last panel might be moving away from your vision slightly, thom, but you don't have to draw them. just an idea.

animal fruit and mineral

"bear/pear and pear/bear" guest strip:

panel one:
(scene - bear is returning home after a long tiring day
at work)

panel two:
(bear opens the door to witness pear engaged in a lewd act with a
woman. subplot - here we realise that pear is actually always naked. he
is a pervert, a bastardised naturist. he's addicted to stripping and
scaring small children)
BEAR: oh my god! mum?!?

panel three:
PEAR: no, it's your grandma

dog's pocket

so laurence is currently unavailable... that means no more caffeinated pop-core 'til next week. i hope i can remember how to play the drums. i also hope i can remember how to program matlab (ha!) - i need to earn 'digital ash in a analogue urn'(sic) and an 8th.

colourblind are shit.

that's off their website.

oooh, feeel the colour of their "powerful, engaging and intimate" music.

the Colourmap DID YOU KNOW!
DID YOU KNOW "Time has always been against colourmap having more material than time but the christmas holiday of 04' has allowed them to consolidate their material"?

DID YOU KNOW: "the songs emmerge musically from ambient spaced out riffs, bass harmonies and inventive drumming that wrap around the heart of Lukes songs"?

DID YOU KNOW: "You can buy high quality versions of these tracks at www.brightskies.com for just 50p. Bargain ;-)"?

DID YOU KNOW: fLuke's Influences:
"Muse, Placebo, Yeah yeah yeahs, Thursday, Queen adreena, Tool, Skunk Anansie, At the drive in, Idlewild, The Strokes, Radiohead, The Killers, Olive, Smashing Pumpkins "
i've never heard him mention any other bands, and actually, he only ever talks about muse and placebo. if you make him listen to other music he will not like it.

DID YOU KNOW: colourmap.com has no external links, as if they're too good for the rest of the internet or something.

next week's band spat: Josh!

practice hash four (or three if you're laurence)

rebessica destroyed my leg. or perhaps it was simon quinlank with his stupid weak lemon drink. or perhaps it was just grilly with his stupid riffage. there's a 'riffage' that should be in bold though. the riffs are coming together. all christmas we've been stuffing them full of pudding and now they've gotten fat.

lookit, rebessica finally has structure and coherence. riffs have beats. chords have bass lines. songs have titles (well, sort of). it's starting to make sense.

we were in the goth room. my memory of it includes red silken drapes, an ornate chandelier and a huge mosaic of naked people. i'm also going to remember a huge luxurious sofa, a drinks bar with free chocolate and a pool. more lush than scary innit. my memory rocks.

songs pretty much nailed include 'love', 'kid in the girl a top' [unsic], 'quinlank' and 'milkshake' (bash smash trash mother fucker). songs worth an honourable mention are 'pretty girls make cakes' (is this a working title?) and 'all the time a sunny beach' (once laurence actually learns the riff - writing in the third person reference). we also did 'idioteque' and 'myxomatosis' which both have potential (to be honest i think idioteque has the most).

like kilroy silk said, "we no longer control our own borders".