IF ROBOTS WERE BEETROOT.

Second day of recording was much less stressful and consequently presented a lot more opportunity for dicking about, being fannies and generally amusing ourselves in the least mature way possible. Much of this centred around the inability of boys to sit quietly in an office chair without spinning round, wheeling themselves about and tampering with each other’s height adjusters to cause the incumbent to plummet to the ground. A casual observer would have witnessed two grown men frantically burling round in an attempt to complete a full circle on the spinny chair without touching the floor or walls. At one point later in the evening Stevie was naive enough to suggest that we would get a better sense of the mix if we positioned ourselves equidistant to the speakers on each side. A few moments later, unnerved by the silence, Stevie turned round to discover the entire band lined up behind him on matching office chairs, pretending to row an imaginary viking longboat towards the mixing desk.

Stevie continues to knock out gems of wisdom throughout the course of the day and is fast becoming a sage for modern youth. Finest quote so far: “Yaaass! This elderflower juice is fuckin incredible. It makes yer mooth taste like you’ve been getting off wi someone better off than you!”

One imagines that Oscar Wilde is pure shitin it!

In amongst this we did actually manage to make Guild of Defiants sound incredible, so not an entirely wasted day.

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