Good evening, stockholm has us huddled like penguins at minus thirteen degrees celsius

around europe the voices change regularly, the snow has lent uniformity, i was fleeced for five pounds at a service station,

its not all fun and frenzy out here,

i’m sitting looking at the red and blue lights getting sucked into the back of a large deep claret velvet curtain across the stage at debaser,

during one of the seven hours we spent in the van today a bottle of red wine opened itself, with the help of its proximity to the heater.

for that hour (combined with the smell of three weeks of seven men) the van smelt much like a gravy was being slowly simmered, a huge pot of stock driving through the snow ravaged landscape of swedish.

it is hard to remember actual events, places, people or anything else for that matter, it percolates through slowly.

presently a band named rat riot is about to grace the stage. i’ve a good view from here,

tom will and rhys have just passed me to listen to these boys.

We are rapidly approaching the end of the tour, i dont know who i’m addressing here so i’ll inject as little sentimentality as possible, for our relationship has been no saga, i’ve not given you much to work with, i’m sorry, only.. remember what i said about the percolator,

i should’ve done this every day to cultivate any kind of resemblance of a grand finale, as it stands, i’ll fill in the details later.

a word of advice dont call a danish person a swedish person, when in denmark that is.

“we are 30km away from stockholm

Querelle has left Brest and La Feria was burnt down by the madam

the motorway has been a single lane of traffic due to the snow, we have just driven past a london route master destined for elephant and castle. i’ve started Tagore.

we’ve past suspended fighter jets, abandoned vehicles, bridges being built, snow ploughs, ruins and dark forrests (here i omit the gravy remark)

the heat also created mutant plastic bottles, bottles that no longer have a bottom.

on the outskirts: ikea, media mart, leisure complexes.

a huge tunnel guides us into to town, so i think. Under spiralling tiled arches, like entering a new zone gradually being rendered as we drive along the last light of the day floods the exit.

ice is forming on the windows inside the van, snow is piled up all over, gervais merchant and pilkington are carrying on in the back.

steve.

the italian leg of the tour is over and we are back in germany, munich to be exact, sonnenstrasse to be more exact.
we’re staying in a big youth hostel, like a prison only less luxurious.
the lady on reception is nice but fond of swearing, “why you wanna play f**king table tennis?” no answer to that question.
last nights gig was in bologna, i became jolly afterwards, met a couple of boys who said far too many nice things to me.
i had to be a bastard in return,
as usual some people came to our hotel, tom and will had a fight on the floor.
i remained calm, cleaned the place up and tried to stay out of the mix. spoke to some people, they could speak many languages, this is endlessly impressive to us.
crawled out of bed at the hotel savoia, had a dream like breakfast, that afternoon verona was where we set our scene. a day off.
the square was humble yet magnificent not overly grandiose, the buildings were of varying height, four and five stories, coloured in dark green orange blue.
confetti covered the cobbles.
had some details which i noticed: the pigeon at barbarani’s feet, a bone hanging from an arch, we had ice cream, uno gusto por favore.
we also walked in the amphitheatre rubbed against the ancient stones, let it drip on us, it was a fine blue day, with all the euphoria’s of a hangover.
the town was busy, the children were in fancy dress, everyone wore sunglasses.
we had a long drive ahead to munich, through austria i moaned and dozed, read a couple of pages of genets brutes.
in bologna i walked to the town with tom and will, i’ve not much to say of it only i was tired wet with painful feet, there was a market full of international junk. i bought nothing.
our man eric took us to la perla, where we had delicious food and discussed the origin and destiny of human life. staigoli del buongustaio. ciao

This is the beginning to our Europe tour, many good time to come.
Tom.

stuttgart, zurich’s crazy stage lights, the alps, interesting club decoration in milan, food in bologna, our amazing italian promoter eric, Table tennis wars at covo club and an ampitheatre in Verona!

will’s birthday, epic nantes game of fuck you,  hello kitty superstore and spazio pizza!

A bit of a delayed post, but “Hey guys…our album is out this week!” We’re currently on tour around Europe, hence the delay in putting this up.

Well well well, guess we should talk a bit about where/what format you can buy ‘No Hope, No Future’ – here it is…

These are just a few of the numerous objects that you can buy on our shop. The picture above displays the album – which you can purchase on both CD and VINYL, plus a LIVE SESSION BONUS DISC which contains specially recorded live tracks featuring some of our favourite songs, cover versions, and acoustic tracks. And then there’s more – we’ve also made (we really did make them) a limited run of screen prints – there are only 1000 in total.

Other places you can buy the album….

UK

ITUNES / PLAY.COM / AMAZON / ROUGH TRADE / RECORD STORE (SIGNED)

www.myspace.com/goodshoes

‘No Hope, No Future’

25.01.10

APRIL

19 – NORWICH, Arts Centre 14+
20 – SOUTHEND, Chinnerys 14+ 
21 – LONDON, Dingwalls 14+
22 – BRIGHTON, Audio 16+
23 – GLOUCESTER, Guildhall 14+
24 – PORTSMOUTH, Wedgewood Rooms 14+
26 – EXETER, Cavern 16+
27 – WOLVERHAMPTON, Little Civic 14+
28 – MANCHESTER, Deaf Institute 18+
29 – LEEDS, Hi-Fi Club 18+
30 – HULL, The Lamp 14+

MAY

01 – DERBY, The Royal 14+