Explanation for hyperbolic statement follows. 2017 is here. Its the most critical year of my existence so far. It brings a New music project every month all year long. New website. New podcast. New mix series. Basically NEW EVERYTHING with a guarantee of the kind of consistency and quality I’ve been exhibiting since I quietly started dropping a #ONEMINUTEMIX every Friday and a new music project every month earlier this year. I am going all in on making this a HUGE SUCESS. I want to provide the life for my family that they deserve. We want to be able stay in America. To travel. To not struggle. To be happy and free. I want my music to reach the amount of people that deserve to hear it, and it deserves to be heard by – which is MILLIONS AND MILLIONS. I want to play massive stages, clubs, stadiums, festivals. I am good enough. I have worked hard enough, I am ready.
You only get one chance to make a first impression. You, dear reader, are already here, you amazing cutting edge early adopting tastemaking zeitgeist straddling uber cool cultural genius you. Most of the people who are gonna be enjoying my music, performances and DJ sets in the future are’t here yet. So when they get here, I don’t want them to be confused by ten years of learning and experimentation. I want them to hear the PEAK STUFF first. Maybe after some series digging they can unearth that rare, experimental, unpolished stuff you experienced, in all its rawness and honesty. When they’re ready. But to make that right impression, it means In need to nuke 97% of my output to date.
So, with that in mind, I’ve bundled everything I can find that I’ve done together into a handy package that you can download here. It also includes a zip of hours and hours of unreleased music. So go cop that and own HISTORY.
If you can’t afford the whole thing, and you’re missing something in particular, chuck me a message and I’ll hook you up.
I want to take this opportunity to thank you all for being here until now. What an adventure! With the biggest still to come! What’s coming next terrifies me. I have never been more excited, and I have never been READIER.
I love you. I appreciate you. I am grateful for everything you have bought to my life.
LET’S GO INTO THE FUTURE AND BE GREAT TOGETHER
Don Studios, Downtown Los Angeles, Dec 31, 2016
Back when I was 10 years old, I did a paper round and saved my money up to buy studded leather wristbands from the HM (Heavy Metal) Gear catalogue. Now there was a pamphlet of wonder. Bandannas, T Shirts with skulls all over them, posters, “chokers”, leather jackets, “jams” (I never quite liked the look of them). All I could ever afford was a couple of studded leather bracelets and a cheap skull ring with adustable finger-strap that snapped when I tried to tighten it. Although I do recall my parents taking me to the Birmingham Rag Market and buying me a tiny leather jacket with tassels on it for my 11th birthday, that cost more than any birthday or Christmas present I’d ever received or would again. I became a man that day. When I got home I listened to Alice Cooper’s TRASH and Extreme’s Pornograffiitti and Guns ‘n Roses Use Your Illusion II (the blue one – infinitely better than the Paul McCartney tainted orange one). Life was good. Apart from all the shit stuff. But I’ve forgotten all that now. No, 1991 was the year of Guns ‘n’ Roses.
And then they died. Nirvana and Ice Cube and Snoop Dogg showed up, and all GnR did was release an album of punk covers sung in dodgy British Accents (“on the fahckin’ FAAAH-RMAH!”) and lose all their members apart from Axl Rose, who started looking like a slapped, steroid-pumped arse with braids.
Now, 14 years after the fact, I am told “the band” have set a seemingly solid release date for their mythical Chinese Democracy LP, and the single has gone to radio.
So there you go.
I am not holding out much hope for the album being any good. But that’s OK. I have the old ones, and they’re still great (apart from Illusion I, which is half great, and that crappy covers album with spaghetti on the front I mentioned already). If I want to hear Axl Rose doing some wailing over mammoth guitar riffs with contemporary compression plug-ins all over it, I can listen to Sebastian Bach’s last LP, Angel Down – Axl guests on three of the album’s 14 songs. I think Back In The Saddle is my favourite. Axl sounds phenomenal on it (although he does start reminding me of a weird hybrid of Justin Hawkins and that gyaldem from N Dubz at the end of the thing). Wikipedia just told me its an Aerosmith song, I never knew that! Pump and Eat The Rich were my joints. Anyway. Let’s all ignore the new single, and sit back and listen to Back In the Saddle shall we?
Stream: Sebastian Bach ft. Axl Rose – Back In The Saddle
So I fell alseep on the sofa after 5, and was awakened gently by Super Phil at 6:20, and it transpired Bird left my bag with my passport in it at the venue last night. But Bird’s got me another ID card, so we’re outside waiting for Jeff to pick us up at 6:30.
And at midday we’re in LA, and soon after that we’re in Interscope’s offices,and I’m filling a bag with Nirvana, Guns N Roses, Gilbert And Sullivan, Dre, Peter Gabriel, Police and other such back catalogue. Jimmy Iovine has a signed letter from Tupac and a video console that won’t switch on. And loads of ideas. A balcony. A lush view. LA is lush to look at, from these places of advantage. Like, later we visit Jeff and Trent’s, and there’s this fucking alien cat that loves me, and an incredible, incredible view, of this desolate wilderness spattered with money.
It was a lovely day.
But in the nighttime it is hard not to see that LA is awash with cunts. It is a sad and massive amount of cunts, and I am not sure whether it is sad because this is what the world did to them, or because this is what they do to the world, or because they are cunts, and you can see their faces rotting right in front of your eyes.