"Trawling deep through their archives, The Lords Of The Deep Sea searched their souls and found them wanting. Nonetheless, they pressed on, letting their music crash through its peaks and troughs like a badly-built boat on a storm-tossed sea; sure in the certain knowledge that somewhere, someone would have the foresight, wit and intelligence to see their work for its true worth, or just to wave back and laugh as they sailed further out of their depth.
Prepare yourselves for their drunken, half-baked ideas, mad ramblings, unfinished symphonies and rough demos."
For as long as any of us can remember, we have had a tendancy to go out drinking and then to head back home to write and play music. Most of the songs have been long forgotten, but sometimes we had the good sense to switch on a tape recorder and capture the event. Because we were drunk and boisterous, the quality of the playing and sound varies - usually somewhere between awful and terrible.
Always. It's just not worth the effort to go back and re-record bum-notes, get the guitars in tune, find someone who can actually sing etc. They're only demos after all!
Virtually none. We forge most of our equipment from driftwood.
