This weekend The Dolomite will be entering Mental Lonely Pervert Living Above A Chicken Restaurant Studios in Islington to record our first album, entitled "THE BEAR AND THE BAPHOMET".
Track Listing is as follows:
1 - intro
2 - wanger skit
3 - intro II
4 - piss fight
5 - sashagreysashagreysashagrey
6 - anus skit
7 - motherguv'nor
8 - the basement at the bricklayers' arms off rathbone place...ream your balls out.
9 - intro III (jethro tull)
10 - my wynkle's been syck yn aymee wynhauses mouth
11 - dr caroline hood skit
12 - the joy of flex
13 - giddy up...you motherfucker
14 - annexe essex...britain's rogueish state
15 - offshore slag platform
16 - drum, machin skit
17 - outro
bonus track - malik jaje (prev. available on "GASH EQUINOX" ep)
bonus track - bytchgrynder general (prev. available on "GASH EQUINOX" ep)
Strictly limited CDR run of 20 copies as we are tightarses and it'll probably be free although I did consider charging a nominal amount and give what paltry amount that will be to Bob from Bristol Junction, but he'll probably just think we're taking the piss. Although we won't be.
after prolonged and protracted legal counsel in the steam room with our caucus advocate barry baal m.d. we have chosen to rename "the basement at the bricklayers' arms off rathbone place...ream your balls out" as "munch at the bricklayers' (brcklyrs' rms)". the legal ramifications we were facing from sam smith's breweries (purveyors of sweet, crisp alpine lager and the refreshing, foamy and different old taddy brew) were too horrendous to even think about.
thak you all for your support in this difficult time.
additional tracks written this weekend:
"bad uncle slap fight"
"kings of metal"
in other news...the bear is incarcerated in a self imposed financial exile.
i'm gonna look into getting it commissioned as incidental music to the girl's guide to 21st century sex...
*two lovers mid coitus, they're happy and smiling, it's all a bit soft focus. dr hood is voicing over about something proper sexual. then pan to the act and cue the sound of me barfing up me jacobs over some quasi-competant blackened grind. the happy couple loses it and start frenching each other senseless.*