Well folks, here it is. It's the official (I think) Raphaelites blog. We'll use this for witty updates and anecdotes since all this twitter and facebook nonsense has a character limit. Plus, why wouldn't you want to know what we've been up to? We're fucking class remember?
The long and short of it is we'll basically be using this to take the piss out of ourselves and anyone bizzare we encounter. A perfect example comes in the form of Tom running into a man last night who played synth. We could expand on that, but we think that just telling you he was willing to admit to a total stranger that he played synth is amusing enough. When Tom informed him he was in a band the chap enquired "What type of music do you guys play then?"
To which Tom responded: "Sure as shit nothing with synth in it."
Just an example of the mildly abusive and insulting anecdotes we'll be sharing with you via this magic internet thing.
Take that shit back to the 80s pal. Along with your ridiculous trench coat. (He was wearing a trench coat).
We feel we should also inform you of our up coming gig. On Sunday the 18th in Cardiff's Buffalo Bar (yes, again) we'll be banging out the tunes in some sort of half day thing or something. In all honesty we don't know what it is, but they have fancy ass beer there and a neon sign that says WHAT THE FUCK. What's not to like?
We may even have a new song to debut, penned by our man behind the drums, the sexy and very angular Dale Booker. Don't worry, it's not Octopuss' Garden. Just expect some funky/fucky time signatures and probably a 14 minute drum solo or something. Might even rock the cowbell again. But no fucking synth.
It is on the 18th however, which presents our diminutive but loveable guitarist Atkins with a problem.
You see, Tom has something of a big week planned. What with the Joanna Gruesome gig Monday to go to, Saturday's Kids on the Thursday, a big end of year piss up in town on the Friday and an after dinner speaking/getting fucking smashed appearance at a house party on Saturday. Needless to say his bank balance and liver are at great risk. Well, slightly more risk than usual. But does that worry our little Half Pint? Frankly, yes. BUT. Is it going to stop him? Hell to the no.
However he will be needing moral support from you lot, after all the rest of us will probably be blowing air horns in his ear, calling him a twat and generally abusing his hungover state of near death. (See below for evidence)
So with that in mind, you'd best get your arses down to Buffalo on the 18th. And while you're at it, hit up the J-Gro and Saturday's Kids gigs as well. We guarantee there won't be an ounce of disappointment with those two bands. That guarantee isn't as secure with our gig, but fuck it, come along and get slammed with us. You know you need it more than the average American needs a nutritionist and a treadmill.
RILF
