So, we’ve released a couple of EPs online (Jean Claude Naïve and EP2). Those of you who’ve listened have strolled hand in hand with us on a first (and indeed second) date, you’ve given us a bit of a kiss and a cuddle. Maybe you’ve even had a fumble and touched our naughty bits. And maybe, just maybe, you’re a tad moist over the thought of what’s coming next.

Well, good news. It’s sexy time. Our next date is going to be a dirty, hot and sweaty weekend away. The British latex industry is literally quivering in anticipation. Things are never going to be the same again.

But, enough of the foreplay. What we’re here to tell you is that we’re very close to completing our debut album – and in all honesty, it’s going to pork you silly!

Till Then Amigo (for that’s what it will be called) is going to be between 12 and 14 songs long and packed to the rafters with our own unique brand of gritty-brain-slapping-post-punk-slacker-gonzo-folk-rock. The tunes are all recorded and semi-mixed (in all honesty, tunes-wise, we’re not a million miles away from a second album – we ferkin loves it) – all we’ve got to do is tweak, twiddle and master the thing.

So keeps your ears peeled. There’s a brand new Manchester band in town – and we don’t want to be The Smiths/Oasis/The Fall/The Stone Roses/Doves. Music you can smell and taste. Get scratching, sniffing and licking….

No-one famous ever came from Milton Keynes,
All your dreams are just puddles left from the storms,
You’re just horny,
But then again maybe it’s this pill drink.

When the summer of your days are just a blaze
In a haze of Australians dying,
Lying on your back sweaty cracked,
Double-tracked like your life is running oh so parallel
To the surprising rising of a thousand backwoodsmen,
It’s kiss and tell, it’s wishing wells,
It’s the real hell of another man’s empty cellar,

No good stories ever came from Stoke-On-Trent,
You’re bent out of shape and hating people,
You’re evil, but then again,
At least you’ve got your pill drink.

No-one erotic ever came from East Kilbride,
You’re wide-eyed and unnecessary,
This is a very, very bad thing,
But at least you’ve got your pill drink.

When there’s someone in the background of every supermarket
Shouting words like, ‘semester’ and, ‘vacation’,
You know that they’re the kind of people
Who pay for empty cartons at the end of their shop
‘Cause they’ve eaten everything,
They treat it like a day out,
They treat it like an adventure,
They invite you around their house
To watch re-runs of Birds of a Feather,
They send you video messages to your phone
Of inbreds chain-sawing the heads off pigs,
They shove both thumbs up,
Smiling.

The fresh from the bakers oven news concerning the death of the consistently peculiar plasticine mannequin, Michael Jackson has got me thinking about the future of music.

Since Foilface mixed their first EP, two or three months ago (the magical and strange, Jean-Claude Naive) important musical icons have started dying in their droves.

We’ve had Manchester’s very own Johnny Roadhouse, Randy Cain of The Delfonics, Ink Spots singer Huey Long, Soft Machine bassist Hugh Hopper, Motown drummer Uriel Jones, the producer of Massive Attack’s brilliant ‘Blue Lines’ album – Jonny Dollar, Steppenwolf’s Kent Henry, Ean Evans – bass player with Lynyrd Skynyrd and now, hugest of the huge, ‘THE KING OF POP’ HIMSELF – MICHAEL JACKSON.

Maybe it’s a sign. Are these people making way for the mighty Foilface? Is the musical relay baton being passed? Who knows. But I bet you one thing – they’ll be a whole load of Wacko Jacko covers being played this weekend at Glastonbury.

I’d personally like to see Bruce Springsteen belting out ‘Billie Jean’ and maybe Rolf Harris wobbling out a cover of ‘Earth Song’ (“What about the elephants – a-hum-tiddy-hum-tiddy-hum” - how good would that be?).

All jokes aside it’s a sad moment. Jackson has left big footprints all over the history of modern music and we’ll probably never see someone as famous and popular as him ever again.

So why not celebrate his memory by listening to some Foilface. Some good, honest slacker-rock. It’s way better than listening to ‘Thriller’ for the 6,643 time and it certainly beats standing in a muddy field in some over-priced wellies, listening to Shed Seven holler out a re-worked, ‘Man in the Mirror’ or Kasabian murdering, “Ben”.

The very thought of such horrors is enough to give me a heart-attack!

At Foilface HQ we love judging people. We thrive off it. But we are also very wary of the whispers in the trees, the haunted gurgle of the river that sits beside our beloved studio and the watchful flap of herons at dawn. People love to hate and hate to love most of the time – it’s how things work.

So, it came as no surprise on my walk home the other day, to find that nature has seemingly started listening to my moves (see the photo above). All I was doing was listening to a few bits of recent music on my shiny ipod and then I came across that. And I’m telling you – that patch of land was not fiddled with by me – that’s the face of nature staring at you – and do you know what it’s thinking?

It’s thinking, “hmmm, I really like these Foilface fellas. They produce a fine example of 21st century progressive-post-punk-slacker-rock. I likes and I think others will too”.

SIX FREE SLACKER ROCK TRACKS all ready to be given a new home and loved like a little doe-eyed puppy.

Don’t let ‘the man’ tell you there’s nothing in this world for FREE. He’s wrong (and always has been).

So, what’s Post-Slacker-Rock and who are it’s main proponents? Well, for me, Post-Slacker-Rock is a new extension of the old Slacker-Rock approach and aesthetic. If anything it blends in an even greater number of genre’s and styles than Slacker Rock and benefits from a new age of cheaper, better quality production equipment and from the diversity of music now available to the modern listener (due to the rise of the download).

I think Foilface are Post-Slacker-Rock – direct but surreal, poetic but immediate and sonically varied. Other bands that fall under the very loose bracket of Post-Slacker-Rock include Cymbals Eat Guitars, who hail from Staten Island, New York and offer a proggish take on slacker-rock, with brooding soundscapes, odd dreamlike lyrics and the classic quiet to loud take on alternatve music that builds and builds before taking off. Suckers (also from New York but this time, Brooklyn) belt out a late-Pavement meets I’m From Barcelona kind of sound, mixing lots of expansive sonics, including horns, lazy choral vocals and shout-a-long choruses as well as drone-ish and shoegazey moments.

It’s not all New York based though. There are also a couple of Australian bands who fall under PSR genre moniker. Quarter Acre and Sounds Like Sunset both hail from Sydney and where Quarter Acre opt for a better produced take on early Pavement, Sounds Like Sunset pull in influences like the Jesus & Mary Chain and Ride to summon up a shoegazey take on proceedings.

There’s also Hockey, a Canadian band whose, ‘Too Fake’ single got a fair bit of airplay on both sides of the Atlantic. Where the other groups have a very authentic and at times soup-thick take on the genre, Hockey head at things from a slightly glam-rock inspired angle and have a bit of a stadium sheen to their sound. Not quite as experiental but very accessible nonetheless.

Recent music seems to be cleaning up it’s act and climbing high as the world economy flounders. Maybe hard times yield great music or maybe it’s just a coincidence. Either way post-slacker rock rules. Try some.

In other Foilface news, the band are now just a few weeks away from a release date for the first EP, Jean-Claude Naive. The website is about to be updated and wonkified and the EP artwork is in production. Bookmark this page in your favourites and you’ll be the first to find out when it’s released (and you can find out how to download it for FREE). That’s FREE music to download and it don’t get better than that…

If you liked the initial mix of, ‘Pussyfoot’ then you’ll be pleased to know that our first EP, “Jean-Claude Naive” is mixed and nearly ready to unleash. If you want to get your hands on a copy as soon as it’s released send then contact us. Hopefully you’ll agree that an email address is a more than acceptable swap for a free six track EP (in mp3 format). This is nothing other than it seems – we only want your email address so that we can tell you stuff, like when the next EP is out, for example. We promise not to share your email with anyone else or pepper you with emails.

For all you hardcopy lovers out there, you’ll also be pleased to know that we’ll also be releasing a limited run of the EP on CD. We haven’t got a release date for our recent music slacker rock attacks as yet – but it’s going to be VERY soon.