The Sham Rock sessions were something a little different for The Sturmeys. Recorded in a proper studio with Mike Vaughan on Drums and Glen Jevon on bass. They recorded it old style all playing together and then over dubbed later.

Why not enjoy the video here - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lt1uUzMeST8&t=29s

https://soundcloud.com/mikevaughanmusic

Sunday morning slips from her lover's bedroom
What in the world could possibly harm her?
Ten o'clock she's sitting in the front pew
Praying that's there's no such thing as Karma

Monday morning makes her husband's breakfast
Woke up early in the marital bed
He'll never know she changed what she believes in
Started having marmite on her bread

Run with scissors you'll get hurt
Play with matches, you'll get burnt
Until the lesson's earned
The lesson's never learned

Tuesday teatime fries a pair of kippers
But who's that in her husband's chair?
Open window lets the neighbours know now
There's something fishy happening there.

Thursday night who's bringing home the bacon?
Said that he was poppin to the shops
Friday morning feeling kind of empty
Funny when the penny starts to drop.

Running With Scissors

'Wry Genius' -Mojo Magazine

Congratulations, you have stumbled across The Sturmey Archers time capsule that has lain buried beneath the Soundcloud sunken garden since the beginning of the 21st century. No doubt you are reading this from a future where music has become just that stuff in the background of funny video clips of dogs and babies. But historians amongst you will probably of heard of a time when music actually meant something to people. 

In the second decade of the 21st century a law was passed that decreed that all lyrics to songs should be about 'this night being the one' and stuff about 'putting your hands in the air'. These were strange times when songs about unique thoughts that sprung into individual's minds were considered retro, but musicians that copied German bands from thirty years previously were thought to still be original.

It was in the context of these times that small groups of renegade songwriters decided to carry on with the virtues of rock and pop's golden age and actually write songs about things, thoughts, feelings and other stuff. These were sometimes profound and and sometimes silly, but the words meant something, the music was playful and adventurous, and the tunes could be whistled by milkmen if they ever got the chance to hear them. They were on a mission to be at the very least, mildly entertaining.

Eminent musicologists of the time scoured the planet to find examples of this music that wasn't rubbish so they could bury it for future generations to enjoy. You now, the lucky archaeologist and future pop picker, have in your grasp the key to a world of wry world play, mad thoughts and old fashioned chord progressions. N.B. If Apes have taken over the planet, sorry for all the trouble we've caused.