The first year at the University of Glamorgan, probably late 2002. I only attended 3 lectures or so my entire career, preferring instead to plumb the depths of my soul and examine my mind from both micro and macro viewpoints, like a man standing between 2 parallel mirrors. After doing something that tends to keep you awake for too long, then doing it again, again, & then again. A marathon. 3 days later and still no sleep, a spider absailed down the curtains in my Halls cell-like box room. For some reason this produced an intense few hours of nightmarish arachnids lurking on ceiliings, chasing me down corridors, webs thick across the common room. God knows what I looked like, tearing wild-eyed past the silent doored & slumbering student rooms. Eventually managing to wake Matt, Apprentice Green's drummer, multi-instrumentalist & all round good egg. Perhaps unsurprisingly, the spider invasion had not occurred & I had not, in fact, been whisked off as the Devil's plaything to the caverns of Hell. Even the original rappelling spider was actually a bit of fluff suspended on a thread of curtain material. Ah well. Stay in school kids. 

The song was written a year or so later, morphing through a few forms. Special mention goes to Brummy's loping bassline & Matt's guitar overdubs. All recreated here. I have no idea how I wrote the piano riff. Probably just mashed the keys until it sounded good. Much like I do now.

Apprentice Green

Nightspiders

I'm Glad It's Not Sunny

Higher Than High (Release Date 11th April)

Straight Pride Month is a jazzy noise rock blast of unmitigated fury that ends with the closest approximation TFS to a showtune. Musically the song find TFS returning to their standard mesh of varied time signatures, unreleting melodic noise with a sound that feels like a rollercoaster cart that is about to come off the rails at any moment. 

It’s fitting that a song about upset gammon moaning about why they “don’t get a special month” just for being standard features Tom Robinson on backing vocals. The man who was not afaird to stand up and shout ‘Glad to Be Gay’ at a time where homosexuals were still being persecuted both by police and public alike - Tom was one of the pioneers in saying “fuck you” to bigotry. TFS view it as an honor as well as a career highlight. 

The lyrics are pretty straight forward, a call out to why there’s a pride - a clear sample, aimed towards all the homophobes with ‘lest we forget’ stuck on thier white vans. Clearly they forgot.  With a classic shout out to let all complainers know that now there is a straight pride month they can come out of the closets and live free, running through fields hand in hand with Theresa May who hates gay people. 

The song is the second of 4 new releases recorded by Those Fucking Snowflakes, mostly self produced due to lack of money or interest from people with money. The drums were recorded poshly by Tom Peters at Trapdoor Studio in London and the songs were mixed by Chris Hope of Milkshed Studios in Chorley. Everything else was badly recorded by the band themselves. 

Barreh - shouts and left guitar (some centre guitar too)
Cybs - right guitar
Sam - all the bass and some backing vocals
Troisnyx - all the drums and some backing vocals
Tom Robinson - backing vocals

LYRICS

Every month is straight pride month
Every month is straight pride month
Every fucking day of your life
Your heads held so high

Stop -  your stupidity, think before you speak
Hetro realtionships were never illegal
No fear of violence. Just for feeling love

Prosecuting Alan Turing, for the crime of being gay
A national hero, was chemically castrated
This can’t happen again. This is why, there’s a pride

All you brave fabulous hetrosexuals
stride out into this bright new day
No longer living in fear, of being beaten again
For a love you cannot choose
March out - and feel no dread
of being mocked for who you are
Fly your new straight pride flag high
It’s beige and easy on the eye
You can now be who you are 
There will be curbed enthusiasm in the streets

Every month is straight pride month
Every week is straight pride week
Every day is straight pride day
Every hour is straight pride hour
Every minute is straight pride minute
Every fucking moment on this earth

Straight Pride Month (ft Tom Robinson)

This is dumb, the debut single by not not cool, a collaboration between The Last Dinosaur and Jack In Water. Watch the music video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N4Kc3AoGPKY

dumb by not not cool

Foam Animals

A disassembling of the lies governments tell when they seek to rule through autocracy and deceit. A dissection of how the secret services are not the glamour of the movies, but are actually the levers of rogue states to undermine democracy.

Lyrics: Richard Pierce
Vocals: Richard Pierce
Music: The Big Grey Man
Guitar, Bass, Drums: The Big Grey Man
Keyboard: Richard Pierce

Whisper it, whisper it.
James Bond is dead.

Whisper it, whisper it.
James Bond is dead.

The snow geese are safe again,
From misdirected or deliberate sniper fire,
Incompetence or practice,
Here on the borders of tundra
And western civilisation.
Until the next story invents itself.

James Bond is dead.

Secrets aren’t such clever agents in the end,
Arrogance overlooking the obvious,
And exceptionalism blind.

Fiction is a real fact
Not exaggerated or purpled by prose.
It is.

In the corridors of power,
Incompetence or practice?
Until the next story invents itself,
Until they invent their next stories
In the corridors of power.

Shout it, shout it!
James Bond is dead!
Rejoice, rejoice!
James Bond I dead!

The real world took him apart
Piece by piece,
Myth by myth,
Broken ceasefire by broken promise,
War by war by bloodier war.

Blessed are the codebreakers,
The peace makers,
The pacifists,
Not the agents of the rogue state.
Not. The. Agents. Of. The. Rogue. State.
No, not the agents of the rogue state.

James Bond and Felix Leiter are dead.

And blessed are
The peace makers,
The pacifists.

And blessed are
The peace makers,
The pacifists.


Richard Pierce feat The Big Grey Man - James Bond Is Dead

Lyrics:

[Intro - glitch fx + whisper voice]
Code Red initiated...
System override in progress...

[Verse 1]
Alarms loud, I stay still,
Chaos bends to iron will.
I’m the virus in their code,
Turn breakdowns into beast mode.
Runnin' fire through my veins,
I write revenge in data chains.
Every crash another start,
I reprogram my broken parts.

[Pre-Chorus]
I was never meant to fit the plan,
I’m the glitch they don’t understand.

[Chorus]
This is Code Red—I don’t freeze,
Built from static, born from screams.
You can't mute this rebel flame,
I reset life, I change the game.
Code Red—when fear spreads,
I rise up while others fled.

[Verse 2]
Dark mode, no light inside,
Still I glow, I won’t hide.
I download pain and rewrite fate,
Turned trauma into something great.
Binary soul with fire inside,
They debug me but I won’t die.
Each bug another tool I use,
My failure is a power fuse.

[Bridge – vocoder chant + digital breakdown]:
Power surge… memory shift…
System cracked… I still lift.
Code corrupted? Nah, reborn.
This chaos is my perfect form.

[Final Chorus – layered vocal + fx]
This is Code Red—hear me roar,
From the glitch I built the core.
No reboot, no regret,
I ain't finished rising yet.

Code Red

You treat me like a kid, when I'm old as bones
You think I'm in a hole, need your help to grow
Withered roses on the shelf, I cannot dispose of
(And) Oh, nah nah nah, I'm maybe not supposed to
Got a sunburst cloud wetting up my face
How I start each Saturday, such a shame
You better help yourself, that’s what you say
Oh nah nah nah, it still hurts anyways
Cause I'm

I'm so far removed from anyone and everyone I've known
I'm running to your happy empty memory alone

It's not a flag, it's not a prayer
It's all my breath, however wasted
Somewhere out west, in the desert red
Oh, nah, nah nah, why'd I learn to forget
You'd break your fingers digging dirt up for me
I'd do the same but you'd never see it
I'm breaking my mirrors but thankfully,
Oh nah nah nah, I can't even bleed

Bleed
Ain't no you and me
I can't even plead
Ain't no you and me

Flowers gon' blossom
Up out of the gutter
I hit max velocity
You weren't there
So I don't want to share
And I hope you don't care about me
I hate it I love it
I know that I got it
I've gone through a lot of pain
I'm somewhere out west
And I'm still wishing the best
Though it seems that I've lost your name

You are a world weighing down on my shoulders
You are the baby who had noone to hold you
Noone on this whole blue planet, knows you
And oh nah nah nah and I am not supposed to
Careful with what you say, careful with how you think
Your fantasy might just come true and leave you dazed in a dream
Naked and exposed, wearing your hair like clothes
Ooh nah, nah, nah, I've never been so close

But

So far removed from anyone and everyone I've known
I'm running to your happy empty memory
I'm so far removed from anyone and everyone I've known
I'm running to your happy empty memory
So far removed from anyone and everyone I've known
I'm running to your happy empty memory
I'm so far removed from anyone and everyone I've known
I think I'm running to a neverending memory of love

Higher Than High (Release Date 11th April)

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