Johnny stone came down this morning for the choirs Practice session in the Cellar for tomorrows service at the Church of Reg where the Cellar choir will be performing this Zep Classic, there all in there Elvis, Jim, killer Lewis, John, Bob and…

There are 3 styles of the Rumba Guáguánco pattern: this one originates from the Cuban province of Matanzas (to the east of Havana). “Rumba” is a Spanish term for a gathering of musicians, singers & dancers (what West Africans refer to…

A remix of a track i produced for sami james

its towards the new generation of kids

Chris sent me the the track this afternoon and i took to it straight away and threw it down the cellar to see what would happen and Frankie Zee quickly scribbled the lyrics and Reg sang it or should i say spoke it straight in one take because…

Part of the Sunny, Sorta project. Music & Lyrics written by Angie Fights Crime. there's a bomb in the back as we head down the tracks but we can only go so fast there's a man on our trail pack of dogs with no tails this kind of excitement…

This song came from a lyric that never made it to a song... "Beholders Shape Perception Whilst Their Views Control Intention. Objects Outline Power Through A Stalemate Of Opinion....." I forgot what the lyric was about and tried to interpret…

performed by Randy Johnson. from the album "Sunny, sorta..." sunny sorta, in a twisted way to see you praying all together with your greedy little eyes all staring at a prize that is so very far away sunny sorta on this ungrateful day…

by 2 (therefore Frank Miller composed the drums and bass and I did the other noise.)

A reggae-esque idea, not much too it except that there isn't much too it really.

Geas sent me this tune for National talk like a pirate a day so we took it down the cellar and luckily Robert Newton was down there so we got him up on the stage and got him to do this little number......Hoping Yee enjoy eye arrh…

The trees turned blue And the sky outside is yellow I hear you sigh While you dream of purple cellos I don’t in dream in colors baby nor in black and white and I can’t tell what’s up or down or wrong and right You turned blonde When I thought…