Song for Anyone Thats Listening

This shrinking green & pleasant land,
The rabid messiah's virus lab.
Once corrupted, always controlled.
We in glasshouses
Shouldn't throw stones.

Wake up to closed eyes.
Then fall asleep to white noise.
Happiness.
Breeding.
More disaster.
Wake up to closed eyes.
Then fall asleep to white noise.

Listen up.
Coz the walls have ears.
Toxic childhood's big ideas.
Build a wall.
But don't make a fuss.
Am I one of them?
Or are they one of us?
Computer games that rot the brain.
A rotten apple in a rotten state.
The future is here,
So join the stampede.
There's a wolf at the door.
And a ghost in the family.

Happy to be alone.
Please make no demands of me,
Make no demands.

Still, I'm not persuaded
We're losing the plot.
If we forget about the times,
We are alive.

Ep......

EP is finally, finally finished.
Fisrtly, unbounded love and respect to our producer Chris - a man of immmense talent and seemingly unlimited patience.
Secondly, listen to it at myspace.com/towersopenfire100. If Murdoch-sponsored mp3s don't cut it for you then send us your address and we'll mail you a CD. We made them ourselves art-attack style and they're pretty special.
Also, big gig tomorrow at the bullet bar in Kentish Town (headline slot, 10.40pm). Fuel the fire.

Studio: Day Four

crows, dance music, police, pikeys, rustlers burgers, sweat, shredding, tennis elbow, 20 questions, kate moss, lager, rain, rejected metal, mariokart, condoms, chicken, more chicken, fly genocide, cutting, pasting, looping, drills, self-deprecation, BO, gunching, emo envy, socks, knob twiddling, gaffa tape, X marks the spot.

More of the same tommorow.

Studio: Day 1

Our first day in the studio went really well.

Despite numerous computer crashes, battling severe man flu, searing heat and swarms of mayfly Jonny 'BPM is my middle name' Pumphrey managed to nail all his drums in one day - most of which in one take. Needless to say, they are sounding phat.

All in all we are firmly on track to finish in the alloted 6 days. Illness could yet be an issue as it seems to be spreading its way slowly through the T.O.F camp, as do the repetitive strain injuries of the Wii.

Well, its 8:28 and its time we began another long day. We will keep you posted on today's progress. .

Small stages and big pedalboards

Against all the odds, Saturday's gig went well. Despite being repeatedly shuffled around the bill, having to fit 20-odd pedals, a synth, and an ironing board onto a tiny stage, and having our set cut short, the reception was good. Thank you to the new faces who came down, we hope to see you again.

Happiness now abounds in the Towers household, as we have confirmed that we will be spending the end of April holed up on an island in the Thames (apparently they do exist) recording an EP. 3 tracks - a shiny new distance is run, and two songs that have everything but names.
In the absence of corporate backing we will be releasing the ep ourselves, maybe using the internet, maybe for free, we don't know. We'll keep you informed.

Only one gig confirmed for April so far, but it will be a good one - the Bull and Gate in Camden on the 20th. Hopefully we will be debuting a new song, although that has been promised before...

Studio. .

Towers are thinking of entering the studio.

After a few months of gigging, we feel it would be time that we commited to something...

If we can collectively pull five seperate fingers out of five corresponding arseholes we could have something done by the end of April. but by no means take that as word. who knows what could happen between now and then.. tidal waves could wipe out the population of SW18, Lost withdrawral symptoms may take control or compensation settlements may finally arrive in the post.

all of these things have the potential to both drive to a collective state of frenzied creative inspiration, and reduce us to a state of fragile hermitage wherein we would only leave the house for yoghurt covered digetsives. thus is the dichotomic nature of towersopenfire.

only time will tell . .