This past week, we headed up into the beautiful Scottish hills to spend three days (four nights) recording our first (and probably last) ever album. We had planned to put down 9 tracks, but ended up doing 12 – a task which has rightfully been described as ‘fucking mental’.
We did it though; fighting through the actual literal blood, sweat, and booze induced tears to record the various guitars, drums, bass, vocals, and random noises that will make up the release – even managing to throw in our first gig as a full band, supporting Living Body at Glasgow’s Broadcast.
This picture was not staged.
Everything started out well enough, with excitement at the prospect of having a dedicated, proper studio space to spend time recording in for a few solid days.
We celebrated with our traditional Goldschlager.
And even the scenery was beautiful.
Though the less said about the…
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