Mr. Duffy's Recording Diaries

A Sussex country farmhouse, April. Republic of Heaven record their debut EP. What happens? Who survives? Find out in Mr. Duffy's Republic of Heaven Recording Diaries!

2nd April 2005

And so, to the countryside. Arrived around 2pm and ate luncheon. Cat moulting and dribbling. Weather clement. Electrical equipment and recording/computational devices to be unloaded forthwith. Computer initially vexatious. Problem resolved.

Pope unwell.

1st May 2005

Hot sun beating down. No shade. Anywhere. Water has bromine in it. I don't think I can cope with the isolation for much longer. Many sounds of drums in the distance. What terrible creatures make such sounds?!? Must go now to preserve my ***** and energy.

8th May 2005

Much confusion. Giles falls asleep in the drum room and both he and Toby are flatulent to some degree. Joe takes caffeine and is psychedelic. Mr S. mans the desk and is masterful. And so, to bed.

24th May 2005

Joe plays the bass with his mind and fingers to guide us on our way. It rocks but we're going to delete it all because we can. Mark's car breaks down due to accidental deletion of karma.

28th May 2005

More recording and then we venture into the tiny Sussex village to the pub. The lanes are dark and eerie. Walking back, shadows from trees, and a break reveals the soft shine of the infinite terrible cold from whence the ancient ones will one day come to eat our brains. We shelter in this farmhouse and make sounds to ward off the night, endless night...

30th May 2005

Giles is playing the electric kangaroo, miking up leg tendons. "C'MON... WORK!" Strange animals both. AUDIO RECORD ERROR. The world ends. We break for lunch. After chicken ham parmesan pizza, we increase buffer size and all is well. Giles is Swedish.

4th June 2005

A dreadful laxitude has overtaken Mr S. and I am at a loss to explain his Godforsaken appearance. Mr H. will join us later in the weekend but I am not optimistic regarding our condition upon his arrival. Eventide we retire to the water. Bugs in the pool.

5th June 2005

Joe came and played very loudly on Supernature, not so loudly on Minotaur, and positively quietly on West Country Witch. Noise is good. Progress is happenning - we keep recording stuff, and so life goes on. And on. In some strange kind of light-headed recording zone, everything is one etc., except for the clarinet, which is an alien being with many hidden eyes. I feel like the songs are taking shape and sounding more like the signals in our heads.

26th June 2005

A glorious day. Much glorious playing of riffs and licks by Messrs Duffy and Sandeman. Hr Holmberg's bass sounds glorious too. How he make dat noise? Glorious weather. Glorious pizza. This truly is the republic of heaven. Glorious.

2nd July 2005

Found Laney in the garage in a terrible state. It took two of us to carry her inside but she just made terrible cholking noises. God only knows who can help her.

3rd July 2005

World closed.

16th July 2005

Joe is done with his basslines. Angelshare is the last one. He put it down like a sick dog. Elsewhere, MJS is going to sing, and an inhumanly hungover Tobias will be pushing buttons. Will we make it through the day...? A twenty-five pound conga eel for Jim on the high seas today.

23rd July 2005

Scratching of ears.

Sing like an angel - bark like a dog.

24th July 2005

a.m. - Mucus you're worth it.

p.m. - Messrs Duffy and Sandeman lose their ears behind the sofa and recording cannot take place until they are found. An attempt is made to sing through the wires, but there's nothing to catch the sound into the right holes. Crappy noise generator doesn't work like normal, so he keeps his mouth shut until next time.