meshmass at play in the soundfields... their adventures in the happy world of popular entertainment... the history of noise.
we, the unbelieved hereby declare februarymass 2018 'open for business' (and perhaps for other purposes less popular with our preposterous government). it contains 19 tracks ranging from the very short to the reasonably long (some say 'unreasonably long', but they are just spoilsports). 2 of them have vocals on, but the rest are free of any attempt to make sense. the whole shebang weighs in at 2 hours almost precisely. it is not a hebang. we recommend it to you. as for the wild excitements of our life in the sea of noise, i can announce quite truthfully that richard has been knocked off his bicycle by an errant mercedes and cracked his guitar finger as well as injuring his shoulderblade, his knifeblade and his razorblade. he now has to shave in a sling and wear a triangular warning sign round each neck. what do you mean, he only has one neck? oh. okay then. he only has one neck, but he stuck it out and a mercedes ran into it. so there is not likely to be much MESHMASS made in march - we already made some but had what we call 'technical difficulties' which resulted in everything shooting over to one side of the recording like a pile of beatles (have you ever noticed that? the psycho-acoustic effect of 'sergeant pepper's lonley hearts club band' (for example) is to generate the impression of little columns of beatles standing on each others' shoulders in wobbly heaps, banging drums and squeaking away in their charming falsettos like so many liverpudlian caryatids. we will not be hailed as universal geniuses for this achievement, and nor will we become the world's pre-eminent pop music producers, unlike the blithering fools who made that ghastly and overrated recording, but we do have half of december and a bit of february left over, so there will be enough MESHMASS to go round, never you fear. what's more, peter has sold several saxophones, but not enough as he still has some and threatens to blow through them. oh, woe is us. or should that be woe r us, since they have gone bancroft. bancroft? who is she? anyway, and regardless, MESHMASS is even now on its way to the deserving, rather like the blessings of the lord.