One of the best things about The Layers fan club - not as, you might surmise, a combined personal ventilation and cudgelling apparatus* but a largely fictitious group of people based loosely on the real-life people that appreciate the band’s ham-fisted attempts to work their way from the anus to the annals of rock history - is that they’re a forgiving bunch when it comes to blog frequency. Let’s hope so, anyway, as recent entries appear to have been scheduled along the lines of a West country bus timetable.
Anyway, if your last copy of our newsletter has been traded for snout long ago and you’ve managed to avoid being shanked in the showers, here’s a quick update. In line with Mr Cameron’s new surveillance laws, we’d like to remind our deeply religious fans that today’s encryption scheme is #julyjihad and the supplies are in a gravel bin outside Oswestry.
In last month’s** instalment we alluded to the gradual de-abstraction of Layers HQ and regular readers will be pleased to hear that there’s now a genuine physical structure somewhere in a top-secret location that will soon become the hub of our dread machinations. In line with our ‘no drummer, no drama’ policy, the construction of said retreat has proved no less stressful that the construction of the Bridge over the River Kwai but, following the ritual execution of the odd inadequate contractor, plans are back on track.
Infrastructural difficulties haven’t been enough to keep us from our core mission, however and there’s good news for those of you who’ve been waiting for new material as we debut two new offerings at this year’s boutique festival of choice for the discerning musical connoisseur, the Tetbury Fiesta: ‘Spin the B’ and ‘Dumb, Dumb Revolution’ will be revealed to the world with all the subtlety and poise of a meth-crazed stripper at Charlie Sheen’s ‘out of rehab’ party, along with the entirely re-worked version of ‘Is that Wrong?’. There’s more new material in development too so watch this space. Hopefully, not for another six months (ahem).
Anyway, should you decide to sing along to the new material, here’s one set of lyrics by way of sneak preview. Hope to see you all on Sunday.
Dumb, dumb revolution.
Seeking out some grand conspiracy of the information age
Illuminiati, Masons, lizard people: targets for your rage
Confounded in profundity, mocked by the empty page
Gold of your false economy just a gilded cage
Well I don’t like what they feed me
Want me to believe
Selling off our freedom
Wring us while we bleed
Pretty things on television screens, watch them bump and grind
If it’s not your flesh and blood, no pause to rewind
Labour in banality, fumbling of the blind
Captive of your fallacies, resigning of the times
Don’t like what they feed me…
Papers’ vapid Austentation, all porn and prejudice
The golden age you represent; remiss and reminisce…
Sense declining reputation: failed to learn your history
Now facing stern examination, how did it come to this?
I don’t like what they feed me…
*On the other hand, if you’d like such a device, embossed with our Lego likenesses, we’re quite happy to go into the commemorative instruments of mayhem market if there’s a couple of bob to be made…
**On the assumption that most of our fans have been in a medically induced torpor since January