6///////So we set to find a space in the dirt where we don’t feel at home. A walk thru the industrial wasteland of Anocats let us stumble upon a gutted out chapel in the built by the former Italian community. Kati’s people. After cutting a deal with some people we never met, we got keys and all hour access to a dark cavernous space with its religion smothered in concrete. 3 weeks spent hollering until we hit the true note; a narrative told of broken boys turned bold, turned concrete gold 10 songs to tell our tale. Our brothers in arms Jay Bone and Saint Paul Cathedral accompanied us to bring out the room, cut it real clean but keep it sounding mean. Professional but no polish, we spent 21 days locked up tight, howling at the moon until it broke to daylight. With the cuts down it took the Noble savage to mix it into hi fi. We deserted our bust out computer of years younger, (we’re real big boys now mommy) and headed up to Paul savages studio in the Glasgow green. photo of saint paul cathederal by Jon Flanders
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5/////Riding real wild waves of hype has never been our sport of choice, so we ignored the circus, declining to become the latest attraction in the ol big top, dropping anchor to what we held as real. So we stopped the game and started to work towards laying out our lil tale in full Technicolor. Using the initial currency from the LYF 12” we set to make a home of our own; We done the studio experience and found it sterilized your soul. And man that’s all we got. The stagnant airs of professionalism blowing through an engineers conditioning aint they way the LYF role. So we set sail in search of a rawness, an empty cave where reverb explodes the smallest clap. Guy dropped us in search of Duende, the dark notes of southern Spain, on a far fetched exploration Tommy G, jay bone and St Paul cathedral headed over to the city of Jerez to scout out broken buildings where the devil lurked, where we could set up live and keep callin until our broken voices found the blue note. But the true dirt had become the powderd relics of tourism, a quaint Spanish chapel to kiss your bride in. It took a Spanish inquisition to give a moment of clarity; Duende might be in our guts, its just a Spanish term. And as a English me we call it Heavy Pop. The enrichment of a lifestyle of dispora aint gonna be found by 6 white boys in 3 weeks. Tho the romance might be there it so weighed down in pretense that nothing true is gonna break thru.
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We bros you lost man
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hey mickey
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photo by morte
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Spitting it concrete like the golden sun god;Once i stole a bike, bust its tire, and faced its owners tears, big kids spitting blood. He busted my deserving head and we fell in love. Became my best buddy. So to all those who care, my best friend Jamie Allan directed this blockbuster, with a whole team behind him, LYF australia, ya dig. mad budget from their faithful pockets. true talents. 
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War God/ Tommy G; wu love
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4/////Anyway, back to this lil story all about how my lyf got flipped, turned upside down. Ellery got the slow boat to Marseille with his lover girl to go do some crimes of passion in front of girls at 2007 MIDI festival. Now his 2 year old son wanted to go look see where the magic happened; a secret garden in Hyeres. We are pretty free in the L Y F, i.e didn’t really fell the need/ wanna go push our seeds to apathetic audiences around the summer festival run, just to expand popularity, I mean we planning to make a life out of this game not just the months new flavor. So we decided to make a lil holiday of it; 40 hours in a metal box on wheels to 4 hours on a French beach is ratio that was only remedied by a cathartic 45-minuet release on stage. We killed each other several times over the trip but came out grinning our crooked teeth.
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