NEW ALBUM RELEASED MARCH 31st!!!
February 4, 2008 – 9:40 amer, new album......lowgold album.....out on march 31st.....like i just said....oh, and it's called 'promise lands'.... the darren x p.s. tour dates will be announced shortly.
er, new album......lowgold album.....out on march 31st.....like i just said....oh, and it's called 'promise lands'.... the darren x p.s. tour dates will be announced shortly.
Out on the town, we were.
November 24, 2007 – 4:33 amFree beer drunk, we had. Curry successfully eaten in what appeared to be first and last Wimpy to be opened in Gaza. But with photos of Wrestlers on the walls. And an orphaned mirkin left to fend for itself in the toilets. Oh, and a massive horse dwarfing some tiny trees. Still, the truly weird was yet to come. As your three intrepid heroes traversed the notoriously dull streets of Shoreditch, from the shadows appeared what can only be described as a crack-spattered, drug-pumped, sore-ridden pharmaceuticals enthusiast. My initial reaction was to break into a car, hot-wire it and drive as fast I could to the Norfolk Broads. Sadly, resident Lowgold philanthropist, Daniel Robert Jack, decided to converse with the freak, get to the root of her issue. Now, I’m not usually quick to judge but if your opening plea is, “We’re in a squat up there and we’ve been ...
Farewell England, good riddance
November 24, 2007 – 4:31 amEngland 2 - 3 Croatia Hard though it is to choose one stand-out performer from Wednesday's game, who do you think was the worst player in an England shirt? Tough choice, I know. In my heart I know it was Gerrard but that hurts too much, so i'm going to lie to myself and move my crosshairs in the direction of Wayne Bridge. He looked scared. Scared like I'd be scared if I was suddenly playing left back for England. He literally couldn’t do anything competently all night. He even fucked up what would’ve been the greatest own goal in international history. One coat of crossbar paint away from outdoing Gaz Nev’s legendary Zagreb bobbler. Wayne, that was weak lad. The real highlight of the evening for me though was McClown's colossal umbrella. For a man on the brink of professional ruin to be so concerned with the rain exposing the true extent of ...
patience….
September 26, 2007 – 9:39 am1. the name of a song that announced the resurrection of britain's greatest ever songwriter. 2. a character trait to be employed by the lowgold faithful. the album is coming. on that you have my word. after putting so much time, money and effort into getting the fucker finished we'd be a bunch of squalid little cretins if we weren't meticulous in preparing it's launch. everything is falling into place very nicely and, suffice to say, we hope to be making some very exciting announcements soon. i believe it was clement atlee who said, "if we rush in and blow our bags early doors we'll never get our jimmy's waxed again." i'm sure you dig. i love you guys, the darren. xx
NEW ALBUM, DONE.
July 6, 2007 – 9:39 amhaving spent the past two weeks in the company of the world's worst air conditioning system, we have emerged triumphant. the album is mixed. and that eye-burning smell of stale man-parts is indeed the smell of victory. i always hoped it'd smell like silver polish or, at the very least, badedas shower gel. sadly, no. victory stinks like damp shin-pads. yes, the new lowgold album is now officially done. under the h'expert guidance of gareth 'google me' parton, it all sounds - in our humble opinion - good enough to eat. with your ears. ear food. the tracks will now be handed over to portland's no.1 tourist attraction, mr tony lash, to be buffed, massaged and generally mastered to within an inch of their lives. once that's done the real slog begins..... BRING IT ON. to close on a very sad note indeed, our deepest sympathies go out to iain smith's family and ...
and with the end in sight….
May 20, 2007 – 9:38 amlast ten. feel the burn. box 'em in. squeeze it. fitness. play the way you're facing. take bodies. who gives a fuck if you pick up another booking, this is the last game of the season and we're playing for keeps. right, i have no idea where i'm going with this so let's talk sense for once.... ...by christ, are we close to finally finishing the new album. despite losing our engineer to 'international man of prescribed herbs and lavatorial sexcapades' george michael, we're tidying up the loose ends ourselves and should have the whole thing completed in the next couple of weeks. then all we have to do is mix it. piss, piece of. to everyone who still cares: gillan thy self, you've earned it. YNWA x
The drummer drums.
February 7, 2007 – 9:37 am...and so it came to pass that, devoid of a drummer, utility man Darren Lee Ford stepped into the breech - and indeed the live room - to lay down what is, and will forever be, the drum parts to the new songs. Having not played a full 90 minutes since QPR had a plastic pitch, his fitness was the worry. However, when a player reaches a certain age he learns to compensate for his dwindling pace and dodgy back by elbowing the centre back in the eye socket at every given opportunity. This he did. And that is not to say he did not suffer injury himself. Christ, no. A bruise the size of a sanitary towel on his right thigh and a terribly sore finger were his wounds. While others watched footage of Daniel Robert Jack making a complete twat of himself at a mitzvah (as we go ...
Pre production vs BYO
December 19, 2006 – 9:36 amGathered we did for album pre-production. West London, in Dan's house. It was split into two - day 1 was discussion based, day 2 playing through songs and ideas. Miles turned up with a bass that wouldn't fit in its bag and could only be tuned with pliers. DJ Roe (producer) turned up with a mac and spelling problems. Darren turned up dressed as a bottle of mid-priced Irish whiskey. Saturday started so well. We sat like adults discussing tracks, what needed doing, what didn't need doing. We went through the whole prospective album, making notes, conversing, getting shit nailed. By 5pm we all felt self-congratulatory. "It's beer o'clock" said DJ. Oh dear. Dan tried to order take-away food but the Bombay Bicycle number was engaged. But it didn't matter as there was quick curry option round the corner in West Ken, formerly called 'Korma Sutra' now 'Curry ...
TREES, SAND AND THE SMELL OF A WOMAN.
October 18, 2006 – 9:34 amhaving finally figured out his nationality we allowed mr bergman to ride shotgun. he's swedish by the way. a nation proud of their liberal approach to sexual deviancy and equally proud of their neo-nazi flat pack furniture. having no self-assembly wardrobe to hand, he decided instead to impress us with a centuries old scandinavian trick of bringing a lady-dog to climax simply by stroking her genitalia. astounding. can anyone else smell burning feathers? when his hands weren't busy sex-pesting a puppy they were pointing cameras at lowgold. he's a photographer, if you haven't already figured that out. i can honestly say i never thought i'd find myself being urged to look menacing while dressed as the sax player from ABC. i didn't manage 'menacing' at any point in time but i did look like a puzzled dennis waterman, which is almost the same. after forming our own religious cult in a picnic ...