Something prog, something new, something really massive and round, and nothing blue.

It used to be that I would wake up in the morning (read: afternoon), stumble over to my mess of a desk, and give my laptop a good old boot into the punctuated pit of the world-wide-web.  I had immediate and unbridled access to two things: new music and information. OK, let's be honest, three things.

It used to be that I was that guy in pub-tabled conversation:  'Have you heard the new bootleg-EP pre-release fan-fiction leaks from The Super New Underground Great Sound band?  No?  Oh man it's great you have to hear it blablabla...'

I haven't had consistent access to broadband internet since 2009.

Wipe the tears from your eyes, dear telecommunicative reader - I know it's upsetting, but we can get through this together.  You can start a facebook support group for each another while I make a collage of what I imagine that to look like.  I'll make it from scraps in the corner of my mud hut.

What all of this means (finally, a point) is that, unlike the rest of the 'cool', fully-wired Phoria crew who are inevitably on the cruising edge of the 21st century's bubbling musical pot, I have become something of a backwater fish.  

So, what are my habits then, when, after years without and for a limited time only, I do have access to broadband?

I indulge in old 70's Anglo-German prog with crazy sci-fi psychedelic album art, and get so consumed with pleasure that I feel compelled to share it on a collective blog:

Others may provide you with the new and the cool - I'll merely provide you with my own ugly truth.

Alas, there is little news from 'The Phoria'.  Most of us have been tucked into our little beds, sneezing and wheezing away.  It's convenient that this little spate of illness has been well coordinated.  Another winning idea, lads.  It's yet to be seen whether this initiative will improve our productivity. (NB. It won't).  That's government money saved.

We even, regretfully, had to cancel our appearance at the 'Festeaval' festival last weekend, where we were scheduled to appear alongside Bastille, one of my favourite new bands of the moment (thanks, Radio 6, for keeping me umbilically attached to the mainstream).  It's all quirky beats and bassy synth-arpeggiated fun,  so what's not to love?

Our much-promised EP is currently being rested (to be approached again with fresh ears) and we're focussing our efforts on preparation for the Olympic 2012 gig in Weymouth.

Here's a great example of what can be achieved using the set-up we're working with:

Good lord.

Wish us well.

Tim