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Posted By jonnyP

This is the first two released tracks recorded over 2019 by the Band at Perfect World Studios in West Norfolk. Working For the Man features Piano from Carol Hunter and guitars from Brian Eade with John Preston on vocals. Lockdown meant we couldn't experiment with bass and percussion. But Les Chappell percussionist and perfect world engineer declared the track finished after Brian emailed him some haunting pedal steel guitar. Available on bandcamp.


White Trash features; Les Chappell, Drums, percussion: Brian Eade, many guitars: Carol Hunter, Piano and John Preston Bass and Vox


The videos appropriate some of the bands performance props. E.g. the use of song titles on cardboard boxes has extended into collage and newspaper hacking. The performer sings to the monitor camera in lockdown in a strawbale shack in West Norfolk. Nicking old gig shots and family photo's. And learning to edit on the job. It feels the limitations of this predicament have enriched the process of finalising this project.


We seem to make enough money to pay the next website hosting bill. It would be nice to reach more listeners but in the main a more wholesome culture is our aspiration..



EP "Reduced to clear” 2010

Download “No Incinerator” 2011

Single Download/video fUKt 2013

CD “Ruling Class” 2013

Single Download/Video “Our Very last Dance” 2016

Single Download/Video “Not For Me” 2017

Album Download “Ruling Class” 2017

Single Download "2MuchAg" 2018


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Posted By jonnyP

“Eat out catch a virus!” As power continues to delegitimise itself via venality, greed, cruelty and incompetence the UK govt. have arrived at the only option left. Gimmicks and empty slogans, these last miserable celebrations of death culture will be like bad re runs, followed up with a bad cough. “Eat out to help out” sticks a fiver in your pocket so you can go and have a “full English Covid”. With a pat on the head from Rishi 12 houses Sunak. This novel strategy brings in an era of Govt. by special offer. The Tories will ditch the “Manifesto” at the next General Election in favour of a catalogue filled with coupons and QR codes, offering free entry to fun places like Chessington world of adventure where you can get a free Covid test and not receive the results. Vouchers for Weatherspoons and Greggs. Discount sporting events, cruises and other forms of high risk entertainment. Meanwhile Labour with produce 500 pages of “Rational evidence based policy”, procedures, protocols, rules and guidelines. The Tories will thrash us yet again…This is dystopia, It doesn’t look like it does in the movies. No rugged individualist fighting off zombies in a wrecked metropolis. No. Dystopia is grabbing a cheap bad sandwich in bad clothes and really regretting it when the second spike bites. Dystopia is failing to respect deadly consequences and supplanting courage with stupidity.


I’ll be eating in and working on our next Video “White Trash”. May go for a double bubble release in August, when Working For the Man will be available for download and viewing…. X J

Posted By jonnyP

The fun graph obviously indicates the possibility of a scary winter. More like terrible winter. But looking into the near future August looks pretty shit if you ask me. No wonder the govt. are increasing mortuary capacity.


What do we do with this as we drift towards pseudo normal? Trying to relive the halcyon days of shopping paradise, drifting around in search of that endorphine fix from a purchase, or buying kebabs with shedded Virus droplets and chilli sauce.


We're ready to go, go, gone. Who's being had?


We hope to have "Working for the Man" on release prior to this eventuality.


X jonny



Posted By jonnyP

Working For The Man 1.


Regarding ‘The Return to “Normal”’ or “re opening the economy”…….


1) No!

2) No! No more “Working For The Man.”

3) It was never normal.

4) More like a psychotic drug with psychopathic side (and centre) effects.

5) Still is.

6) The system ain’t dead quite yet. But is still killing us off.

7) Not by method but by greed and stupidity.

8) Not a conspiracy, but a stupidocracy.

9) Re opening won’t work anyway.

10) re infection spikes, no apparent immunity. close down again, again, again..

11) It’s the pandemic age.

12) Supply chains snapping, cracking and broke, with the emphasis on broke.

13) The collapse of energy profit.

14) Where were all those spare part widgets for our things and toys, not manufactured this first quarter?

15) Drought.

16) Working for the man always was invariably boring

17) And in the main subtracts from our commonwealth

18) i.e. economic growth = death

19) No, No return to “Normal” please

20) No more tedious BBC/Govt. abstract data, statistics, punditry and alleged expertise. 

21) It’s grey culture of authority and official wisdom

22) No more labour for sale, rent and mortgage.

23) No more abuse of land and animals for the sake of kinky appetites.

24) More of less, readily available to all in abundance.

25) More kind regard, less stinginess.

26) More thinking, talking, contemplating, care and reflection. over and over.

27) The repair job requires the qualities in 26 prior to action

28) Our “leaders” and managers are bereft of these capacities due to expensive and damaging education.

29) The repair job is about repairing what was broken by “Normal”

30) Forget normal. It never was but an extraordinary elaborate aberration.

31) Working For The Man, single release on Bandcamp coming soon….. X Jonny

Posted By jonnyP

April 24th   Dear Bubbles, Farewell and thank you for your friendship and excellent cat teachings, Arriving here in our neighbourhood at The Hollow, many years ago with your loving ‘people’ Katy and Ollie, you were somewhat scratchy and jumpy along with your propensity for purring. This was understandable, you came from a rough estate in an area of known “rural deprivation”. And of course most of us humans can only imagine the instinct injury from early parental separation, which seems to be the lot of the house cat.


Coming here you fell on you feet as cats do. A spacious enclave of garden wilderness, with much cover for hunting, prowling and sleeping. Over time you became a master of all three. An excellent ratter, which was an essential service. You couldn’t be talked out of snatching the occasional bird, (not so popular). But on the whole you seemed to sense we favoured your rat work which was peerless. However this paradise at the Hollow was a tough and arduous territory for you to protect from interlopers. Many a night we heard yowling as you faced off Major Tom and Chairman Meow and more recently that huge fluffy tabby that gave you a few deep wounds. One of those I wonder did it turn into your tumour? You successfully saw off all three, giving your all to what must only be in cat terms, a matter of life and death. I remember seeing you set to with Major Tom on the steep bank, the two of you locked in as a huge black and ginger cat ball that rolled with speed and ferocity down the bank.


You attended community meetings that seemed important to you. However you were often distracted by your erotic attachment to our sofa hanging. Scratching, rubbing and biting took you off agenda. You once attended Thursday morning Zen meditation, entering through the window to join us as the group sat still and silent. Just the once, maybe that was enough and you attained enlightenment with that single effort. 


You offered a Zen teaching one summer as a priest and a group of practitioners sat in the garden earnestly discussing UK Soto Zen. You somewhat showily leapt the chicken fence from a seated position with such cool and grace. Then loped over to greet each of us one by one. moving around the circle purring and rubbing as you always did. Ingen our guest Zen priest cited your performance as the highlight of the weekend. We talked, you walked.


You passed away well living with the scars of the many spectacular fights as you protected this patch of earth. before you entered retirement by the cat mint or on a pile of warm leaves, anywhere that seemed fitting for your incredible talent for rest.


You were my favourite cat as if preference matters. Objectively the best cat in the world, I’m sorry this matter is not up for discussion. Bubbles will rest in peace as he’d already mastered that art, before the mercy injection Thursday afternoon. There’s a gap in The Hollow where we will place our sorrow, love and memories for you…XXX Jonny