I never managed to get this one to work before.

One more instrumental before I move on to the vocals... I came up with this riff one hazy night when I was 19. I'm in my 30s now, and rather more sober, but I still like playing this. It felt good to finally flesh it out.

Contains language.

Shouty 12-bar. Just because.

1pm on Sunday. I'm not back in work until Tuesday. We've just had a delicious roast dinner that I cooked, and the glass of wine we had with it is helping it go down. As a crisp February sun twinkles through the window I realise that for the first…

Sometimes I need to play a sad one.

Feels like a lifetime ago that I wrote this back in 2002; sometimes it's good to remember .

Yes, it's basically me noodling...

Is it time for shouting yet?

Written in 2002; played to death 2003-4; retired in 2005. Feels good to bring this one back from the dead.