Recording 'Trawler Tales'



Five tracks of psychedelic punk rock and roll, recorded at mountain sound studios in Hull December 2013, produced by Paddy Tobin. Out now on Howling Invocations! Everything played and sang by Tommy Concrete except the drums which were hit by Paddy. This EP was done in one seventeen hour session, for no reason other than why not. The whole thing was written, recorded and mixed on the spot. I had no equipment of my own with me and just used the studios interesting and unique collection of weird old valve amps and guitars that I really wasn't used to. The whole thing was very interesting and I am pretty happy with what I came out with.

I'd never even played a baritone guitar before and totally fell in love with it, all the songs were written on this, these are a couple of the fucked up old valve combos that I used for everything, really really nice sounding even though I couldn't get them to distort! I let the equipment lead me as to what the music should sound like.



I love Mountain Sound Studios strange collection of weird old valve guitar combo's, so I played through them all at once. 

This Antoria semi acoustic was pretty nice, but it was so fucking fragile I was constantly worried it would snap or explode if I played it too hard! I got some really nice clean leads and Hank Marvin style whammy shit out of it. I tried to do a bit of death metal on it, but it nearly disintergrated after only a few bars.




I totally wiped myself out writing lyrics for this EP, which is why the last track on it is instrumental, I just couldn't think of anything else to say. Luckily Paddy was on hand for lyrical production advice such as 'Your dead Dada shoulda given you a warning' and such gems.



It's nice for me to see that I don't have 'an egg in the nest'. My hair is no longer the voluminous waterfall of tubular follicles that it used to be, but I am glad to be sporting 'full coverage'. Sure I have got a Ray Reardon widows peak at the front, but my heavy metal heart-throb days are over anyway. Now I look forward to retiring into thick jumpers and strange psychedelic rock n roll eps, so my mane is irrelevant at last.