A song about Tycho Brahe, noted 16th Century Danish astronomer. 

We can't get the band together during Lockdown 2.0...so one man rock down demo of a brand new song.

Tycho Brahe (1546-1601) was a fervent empiricist. Using his naked eye observations of the heavens, he discovered comets and supernovas were not sub-lunar events as previously believed, but were instead occurring in the supposedly immutable celestial spheres. He also had a prosthetic golden nose and died of an exploding bladder.

Blind Watchers Of The Sky [DEMO]

Todger are proud to present “Ain’t No Son Of Mine" from their studio album "Arbiters Of Blame" (11 Nov 2016). 

A heaving epic to make our old folks proud of disowning us. 

Roaring into the truck stop of your ear hole, Todger have been knocking out hard rocking, good times with a god damn silly band name since 2002. Drawing from 70s classic and southern rock, they blend their tight grooving rhythms and slick guitar work with tongue-in-cheek tall tales and belt-it-out BVs. 

In November 2016, Todger launch their latest full studio album; "Arbiters Of Blame". With it Todger have further honed their love of guitar-rich rock styles and searing solos of yesteryear. They slurp deeply from the likes of Thin Lizzy, GnR, and Rainbow, mixing it with the big BV sing-a-long inspiration of acts such as Doobie Brothers, Eagles, The Band and even a little of Rogers And Hammerstein. With it comes the Good Reverend's dark-humoured vignettes of murder, mayhem and innuendo reminiscent of Nick Cave, Alice Cooper, Clutch and the stranger brews of bands like They Might Be Giants and The Presidents Of USA. 

Todger. the first and last word in truck-based pan-genre-omni-rock. Hell Yeah!

Credits:
Lead Vocals: The Good Reverend Christian S Browning 
Lead Guitar & BV: Bitchin Black Jack Barber 
Bass Guitar & BV: Hugh Mungus Fairclough 
Drums: Bart E. Hard Porzuczek 

Recorded, mixed and mastered: Gavin Kinch at Rocket Studio, Croydon. (www.rocket-studio.co.uk) 

Artwork: Mike Hutchinson (www.crikeymiles.com)

Lyrics:

The smell of burning bridges, Of old oak and tar. The boy’s hiding in the barn, From the Republican Guard. Oh, he crossed state lines, he ain’t no son of my mine. Seven hundred dollars, won’t buy him many friends. At the end of the day, what’s a few rules that bend? He’s a hunted man, he’s got debts to pay, The CIA, the IRS, the KKK. Shivers down my spine, he ain’t no child of mine. They got the wires and microphones on the plasterboard walls. The Spetsnaz is answering his personal calls. He picks up the receiver, its goes click-ety-click-click, But the little bastard knows, he’s got wise to their tricks. Oh me, oh my, he ain’t no child of mine. Oh child, Just what have you done, there’s blood on your hands and powder burns from shotguns. I can’t, I won’t, Forgive you this time, from this day forth you ain’t no son of mine. The Marshall and the Governor shooting the breeze on line two. Mossad reports they lost the mark, down in a Vera Cruz. Got to give the boy some credit, got to give him his due, He really learnt everything the old man knew. Oh lord, oh why, he ain’t no child of mine. Oh, I cast you out. Kicking, kicking and screaming. Oh, I cast you out, Out of this prison called Eden. He ain’t no son, Ain’t no son of mine. And now that you’re leaving, Out of this prison called Eden. My heart’s heavy and bleeding. Last of my personal demons. And its way past time, The whole world will know, You ain’t no son of mine.

Arbiters Of Blame

Ain't No Son Of Mine

Todger are proud to present “The Tower" from their studio album "Arbiters Of Blame" (11 Nov 2016). 

The heavy metal Tower Of Babel, confounds the weaving of tongues and mechanics of lips to this very day. 

Roaring into the truck stop of your ear hole, Todger have been knocking out hard rocking, good times with a god damn silly band name since 2002. Drawing from 70s classic and southern rock, they blend their tight grooving rhythms and slick guitar work with tongue-in-cheek tall tales and belt-it-out BVs. 

In November 2016, Todger launch their latest full studio album; "Arbiters Of Blame". With it Todger have further honed their love of guitar-rich rock styles and searing solos of yesteryear. They slurp deeply from the likes of Thin Lizzy, GnR, and Rainbow, mixing it with the big BV sing-a-long inspiration of acts such as Doobie Brothers, Eagles, The Band and even a little of Rogers And Hammerstein. With it comes the Good Reverend's dark-humoured vignettes of murder, mayhem and innuendo reminiscent of Nick Cave, Alice Cooper, Clutch and the stranger brews of bands like They Might Be Giants and The Presidents Of USA. 

Todger. the first and last word in truck-based pan-genre-omni-rock. Hell Yeah!

Credits:
Lead Vocals: The Good Reverend Christian S Browning 
Lead Guitar & BV: Bitchin Black Jack Barber 
Bass Guitar & BV: Hugh Mungus Fairclough 
Drums: Bart E. Hard Porzuczek 

Recorded, mixed and mastered: Gavin Kinch at Rocket Studio, Croydon. (www.rocket-studio.co.uk) 

Artwork: Mike Hutchinson (www.crikeymiles.com)

Lyrics:

So, you’re weaving glories, conceiving new furores, That make the crowd go wild beneath the piles of ceaseless roaring. Still they entertain us, keep us vexed and oh so dangerous. We don’t believe a word, it doesn’t mean, we’re not contagious. We will all hang. The tower of Babel, it is able, To still transmit commands, it’s the only way to learn. It plugs direct, instant connect, Cerebellum and cortex, I do believe that it’s your turn. Man of far few words, each breath drawn a cost incurred. A layer of flesh beneath the chest is powered by the still hard-earned. A curse word strikes a chord, and skips a slur in beats of four. A verb is spoke, and quickly choked, a semi-breve, and is no more. We will all hang. Oh the rabble babbles, with their sticks and grapples. Cast unto the wind the Tower falls, it all unravels. We will all hang.

The Tower

Todger are proud to present “Land Of Rock And Roll" from their studio album "Arbiters Of Blame" (11 Nov 2016). 

Out in the country, the Truck Demon has a message for your soul and an eye for your gold. 

Roaring into the truck stop of your ear hole, Todger have been knocking out hard rocking, good times with a god damn silly band name since 2002. Drawing from 70s classic and southern rock, they blend their tight grooving rhythms and slick guitar work with tongue-in-cheek tall tales and belt-it-out BVs. 

In November 2016, Todger launch their latest full studio album; "Arbiters Of Blame". With it Todger have further honed their love of guitar-rich rock styles and searing solos of yesteryear. They slurp deeply from the likes of Thin Lizzy, GnR, and Rainbow, mixing it with the big BV sing-a-long inspiration of acts such as Doobie Brothers, Eagles, The Band and even a little of Rogers And Hammerstein. With it comes the Good Reverend's dark-humoured vignettes of murder, mayhem and innuendo reminiscent of Nick Cave, Alice Cooper, Clutch and the stranger brews of bands like They Might Be Giants and The Presidents Of USA. 

Todger. the first and last word in truck-based pan-genre-omni-rock. Hell Yeah!

Credits:
Lead Vocals: The Good Reverend Christian S Browning 
Lead Guitar & BV: Bitchin Black Jack Barber 
Bass Guitar & BV: Hugh Mungus Fairclough 
Drums: Bart E. Hard Porzuczek 

Recorded, mixed and mastered: Gavin Kinch at Rocket Studio, Croydon. (www.rocket-studio.co.uk) 

Artwork: Mike Hutchinson (www.crikeymiles.com)

Lyrics:

Oh people, know! Do as exactly as you’re told. I could heal you, I could save your wicked soul, I said. Oh people, know! Bring me your women and your gold. I will lead you to the Land Of Rock’N’Roll. He likes his whiskey, neat and hard, the gambling dice and deck of cards. Women who throw themselves at his feet. He likes the smell of hot cordite, the steaming pleasures of the night. Drinking at the bar and fighting in the street. I think he’s got a message. I think he’s got something to say, I said. He likes the sound of eighteen wheels, the booze, the sex, powders and pills, And answering the questions to the knowledge that we seek. He talks of highs, he talks of lows, attends the sacred mass and burlesque shows. Likes to think before he speaks. He offers liberation, and the casting out of demons. The curing of the lame, all manner of human healing. So make a big donation, a tribute to the cause. I expect your complete attention, I want it followed by applause. He stole the fire from the gods, the pale horse from the cold hard sod. A little bit of wisdom from a cursed tree. He strikes a match and he strikes a deal, he can do it by sight, he can do it by feel. Everything’s on offer but none of it’s for free.

Land Of Rock'N'Roll

Land Of Rock'n'Roll

Todger are proud to present “Motive, Means And Opportunity" from their studio album "Arbiters Of Blame" (11 Nov 2016). 

Hard rock and black ops bureaucracy. 

Roaring into the truck stop of your ear hole, Todger have been knocking out hard rocking, good times with a god damn silly band name since 2002. Drawing from 70s classic and southern rock, they blend their tight grooving rhythms and slick guitar work with tongue-in-cheek tall tales and belt-it-out BVs. 

In November 2016, Todger launch their latest full studio album; "Arbiters Of Blame". With it Todger have further honed their love of guitar-rich rock styles and searing solos of yesteryear. They slurp deeply from the likes of Thin Lizzy, GnR, and Rainbow, mixing it with the big BV sing-a-long inspiration of acts such as Doobie Brothers, Eagles, The Band and even a little of Rogers And Hammerstein. With it comes the Good Reverend's dark-humoured vignettes of murder, mayhem and innuendo reminiscent of Nick Cave, Alice Cooper, Clutch and the stranger brews of bands like They Might Be Giants and The Presidents Of USA. 

Todger. the first and last word in truck-based pan-genre-omni-rock. Hell Yeah!

Credits:
Lead Vocals: The Good Reverend Christian S Browning 
Lead Guitar & BV: Bitchin Black Jack Barber 
Bass Guitar & BV: Hugh Mungus Fairclough 
Drums: Bart E. Hard Porzuczek 

Recorded, mixed and mastered: Gavin Kinch at Rocket Studio, Croydon. (www.rocket-studio.co.uk) 

Artwork: Mike Hutchinson (www.crikeymiles.com)

Lyrics:

I have a disreputable profession, a strange outlook on life. I won’t bore you with the details, I’ll try to keep it concise. Everyone is guilty, though they know not what of, But apply the right pressure honey, it’ll soon be becomes obvious. I’ve killed, I’ve maimed, I’ve murdered, With elegance and with panache, I’ve killed, I’ve maimed, I’ve murdered, For the grace of God and cold, hard cash. I got methods, I got motives, I got means, I got opportunity, There’s no purpose, nor passion, or peace, Just opportunity, Methods, motives and means. Please prepare the contract, I expect pay in kind. I’ll be you avenging angel, be the instrument of your design. Government officials, and holy men of the cloth. They all need the unspeakable, well the choice is obvious. I got airtight, failsafe, false alibis. Friends in high places and God on my side. I got methods, and motives and means. I got opportunity, methods, motives and means. Do you want them to suffer? Know who to blame? Make it look like an accident or get someone framed? Do you want mass panic? You want blood on the streets? We will contact you again, when the contract is complete. I got opportunity, purpose, passion and peace, method, motives and means.

Motive, Means And Opportunity

Motive, Means & Opportunity

Todger are proud to present “Cold Light Of Dawn" from their studio album "Arbiters Of Blame" (11 Nov 2016). 

In a bit of a funk? The cleansing light of Todger will reveal those silver linings. 

Roaring into the truck stop of your ear hole, Todger have been knocking out hard rocking, good times with a god damn silly band name since 2002. Drawing from 70s classic and southern rock, they blend their tight grooving rhythms and slick guitar work with tongue-in-cheek tall tales and belt-it-out BVs. 

In November 2016, Todger launch their latest full studio album; "Arbiters Of Blame". With it Todger have further honed their love of guitar-rich rock styles and searing solos of yesteryear. They slurp deeply from the likes of Thin Lizzy, GnR, and Rainbow, mixing it with the big BV sing-a-long inspiration of acts such as Doobie Brothers, Eagles, The Band and even a little of Rogers And Hammerstein. With it comes the Good Reverend's dark-humoured vignettes of murder, mayhem and innuendo reminiscent of Nick Cave, Alice Cooper, Clutch and the stranger brews of bands like They Might Be Giants and The Presidents Of USA. 

Todger. the first and last word in truck-based pan-genre-omni-rock. Hell Yeah!

Credits:
Lead Vocals: The Good Reverend Christian S Browning 
Lead Guitar & BV: Bitchin Black Jack Barber 
Bass Guitar & BV: Hugh Mungus Fairclough 
Drums: Bart E. Hard Porzuczek 

Recorded, mixed and mastered: Gavin Kinch at Rocket Studio, Croydon. (www.rocket-studio.co.uk) 

Artwork: Mike Hutchinson (www.crikeymiles.com)

Lyrics:

Cold light of dawn, oh honey it does reveal, You look as bad, as bad as I feel, Cold light of dawn, it can’t conceal, You look as bad, as bad as I feel, It took a lot of hard liquor and good old nerves of steel. You look as bad, as bad as I feel. We raised a glass and you struck a deal. A moment’s hesitation, let my wits slip from my grasp. Jackpot for your woven web, your trap has sprung at last. You got a little plot, I’d like to stake a claim. It killed the last fella, but I’ll take it all the same. It takes a lot of exercise to train your eyes on me. You are skilled in all the brutal arts and all their subtleties. You got a little plot on the graveyard shift. I’m all tongue-tied, cross-legged, fingers and fists. Fair to say I’m petrified, the thought of flee has turned to stone. Got to admit you put the effort in, you work your fingers to the bone. I got a split second to make a scene. I got your character, your motivation and your recurring themes. It’s a little too late to say these things, they will not stand. It ain’t done with string or mirrors, but there is still sleight of hand. A little come hither, with baited charm, rising panic, mad chaos and a sense of alarm. I hear the peals of laughter, the time bell has sealed my chosen fate. You look as bad as I feel, but I’m feeling great.

Cold Light Of Dawn

Todger are proud to present their second single, "Hole In The Groundl" from their studio album "Arbiters Of Blame" (11 Nov 2016).

At the end of the world, in the harmonious south, we must all dig deep.

Roaring into the truck stop of your ear hole, Todger have been knocking out hard rocking, good times with a god damn silly band name since 2002. Drawing from 70s classic and southern rock, they blend their tight grooving rhythms and slick guitar work with tongue-in-cheek tall tales and belt-it-out BVs.

In November 2016, Todger launch their latest full studio album; "Arbiters Of Blame". With it Todger have further honed their love of guitar-rich rock styles and searing solos of yesteryear. They slurp deeply from the likes of Thin Lizzy, GnR, and Rainbow, mixing it with the big BV sing-a-long inspiration of acts such as Doobie Brothers, Eagles, The Band and even a little of Rogers And Hammerstein. With it comes the Good Reverend's dark-humoured vignettes of murder, mayhem and innuendo reminiscent of Nick Cave, Alice Cooper, Clutch and the stranger brews of bands like They Might Be Giants and The Presidents Of USA.

Todger. the first and last word in truck-based pan-genre-omni-rock. Hell Yeah!

Credits:
Lead Vocals: The Good Reverend Christian Browning 
Lead Guitar & BV: Bitchin Black Jack Barber
Bass Guitar & BV: Hugh Mungus Fairclough 
Drums: Bartek 'Bart E. Hard' Porzuczek 

Recorded, mixed and produced by: Gavin Kinch at Rocket Studio, Croydon, United Kingdom. (www.rocket-studio.co.uk)

Artwork: Mike Hutchinson (www.crikeymiles.com)

Lyrics:

I’ve been living in a hole in the ground, Till the end of days, that’s where I will be found, I won’t bear no cross, and I don’t wear no crown, And I won’t give a damn, no. Living in a hole in the ground, Til the end of days. When I’m found, The dead don’t bear, bear no cross, Don’t wear no crown, And I won’t give a damn no, In my hole in the ground. Fetch me my bucket and spade, Fetch me my fork and shovel, Looking at the night’s sky brother, I can tell there’s gonna be big, big trouble. Come on! You got to dig, We’ve got some depths to delve, Put your back into it brother, Cos these folks, these folks won’t bury themselves. Oh you say you wanna live on down below, Where the sun don’t shine. I’ve heard of apocalypse, From cryptozoologists, Who study the migration pattern of the mighty Sasquatch, And his fellow cryptids. Come on! You got to see, The things I’ve got in store, Put your back into it brother, We got to DIG, DIG, to the very earth’s core. I’ve been Living, Dying, Twisting, Turning, Living, Smoking, Drinking, Fighting, Loving, Hurting, Burning, Living, Breaking, Digging, Delving, Stealing, Clawing, Scratching, Hoping, Learning, Reeling, Churning, Worming, Squirming. Till the end of days, that’s where I will be found, I won’t bear no cross, and I don’t wear no crown, I won’t give a damn in my hole in the ground. Dig!

Hole In The Ground

Todger are proud to present “Old Heart Strings" from their studio album "Arbiters Of Blame" (11 Nov 2016). 

The rock’n’rolling gods party hard, party long and party dirty and they care not one iota for your sorry lot. 

Roaring into the truck stop of your ear hole, Todger have been knocking out hard rocking, good times with a god damn silly band name since 2002. Drawing from 70s classic and southern rock, they blend their tight grooving rhythms and slick guitar work with tongue-in-cheek tall tales and belt-it-out BVs. 

In November 2016, Todger launch their latest full studio album; "Arbiters Of Blame". With it Todger have further honed their love of guitar-rich rock styles and searing solos of yesteryear. They slurp deeply from the likes of Thin Lizzy, GnR, and Rainbow, mixing it with the big BV sing-a-long inspiration of acts such as Doobie Brothers, Eagles, The Band and even a little of Rogers And Hammerstein. With it comes the Good Reverend's dark-humoured vignettes of murder, mayhem and innuendo reminiscent of Nick Cave, Alice Cooper, Clutch and the stranger brews of bands like They Might Be Giants and The Presidents Of USA. 

Todger. the first and last word in truck-based pan-genre-omni-rock. Hell Yeah!

Credits:
Lead Vocals: The Good Reverend Christian S Browning 
Lead Guitar & BV: Bitchin Black Jack Barber 
Bass Guitar & BV: Hugh Mungus Fairclough 
Drums: Bart E. Hard Porzuczek 

Recorded, mixed and mastered: Gavin Kinch at Rocket Studio, Croydon. (www.rocket-studio.co.uk) 

Artwork: Mike Hutchinson (www.crikeymiles.com)

Lyrics

I see there’s sweet Apollo, riding in his sun. He don’t do many miles to the gallon, but he can haul, A twenty-four gazillion tons. I see there’s birdlike Horus, riding in shotgun. It’s nearly clocking off time, hydrogen to heli-, Hydrogen to helium. Quetzalcoatl on the bottle, Azmodai’s got the smokes. Dionysus’ got a home brew that will turn your head round. Make you cough and choke, Mammon’s got a powder, he ain’t willing to share. Pluto and Anubis, say "you’ll get through this", disobey them, Disobey them if you dare. I’m hauling ass and moving souls, By the truck and by the barrel load. Let the pendulum swing. Rosin up the bow and play the old heart string. Strike the bell and let it ring-a-ding-ding. Rosin up the bow and play the old heart string. Grab the bull by the horn, and let the trumpets sing. You played me like a fool, like a cheap violin. Rosin up the bow and play the old heart string. Prometheus, my brother, do you have a light? Let’s never dwell on those things we did that other. God damn awful night. Do you remember the sirens? Lilith and Lamia? Selling us their sob stories, their purposes was calculated, cold and clear. Hermes provides distraction, and Odin held our tongue. Hades and Osiris, stood right beside, we awoke, And all our cash was gone. Oh Lord, let’s get ready to dance.

Old Heart Strings

In memory of Charlie Daniels 1936 -2020

TODGER's cover of The Charlie Daniels Band hit, "THE DEVIL WENT DOWN TO GEORGIA".

We've loved this song for as long as we can remember and finally after 18 years we got round to covering it (IRON MAIDEN STYLE!). And then we made a very quick, very weird and as you can tell, our very first homemade video during the Lockdown 2020. I hope you don't mind Mr Daniels!

Written by:
Charlie Daniels, Tom Crain, "Taz" DiGregorio, Fred Edwards,Charles Hayward, James W Marshall

Performed by TODGER:
Christian Browning - Lead Vox, Other Guitar
Hugh Fairclough - Bass, BVs
Jack Barber - Lead Guitar, BVs,
Bart Porzuczek - Thunder Drums

Recorded, mixed and produced by Christian Browning & TODGER in our house 2019.

The Devil Went Down To Georgia (Cover)

We've been digging though the archives and thought we'd give this favourite from our 2009 album, Born With A Horn, a little bit of a spit and polish and a singing robot video!

This was from our first attempt at a studio recording. It was all tracked live in a day except the BVs and the guitar solos. We were young, stupid and probably hungover and driving our ever patient engineer, Anthony Chapman, to despair. So, needless to say, it’s a little rough round the edges.

A surprisingly mature song for the time with pretentious post-modern, nihilistic wittering about how language is inherently meaningless…odd as most of the songs at the time were crude sexual innuendo and knob gags. Ah, how we’ve grown.

TODGER 2009 were:

Christian Browning - Lead Vocals
Jack Barber - Lead Guitar
John Riley - Rhythm Guitar & Backing Vocals
Hugh Fairclough - Bass Guitar & Backing Vocals
Nathan Sparks - Drums
Additional Backing Vocals: Gareth Thomas & Vanessa Hawes

Recorded at High Wycombe by Anthony Chapman 2009
Remixed and remastered by Christian Browning 2020
Video by Christian Browning 2020
Footage from National Geographic's Miraculous Machines 1985

Lyrics:

Words are the playthings of the verbose,
Dragged up from your lungs and spat out of your throat,
Pregnant with meaning on cherubim wings,
Chameleon whispers and scorpion stings,
Those penitent lies, those forced convictions,
My marionettes and their innocent victims,
Carefully chosen, those Devil tongued tricks,
Drawn up and conjured, the Mechanics Of Lips.

Don’t place your faith in these terrible things,
Open-faced virtues, hide subterfuge sins,
This guttural noise and this audible hand,
Don’t carry the truth from this diaphragm,
Oh no!

Intercostal muscle has adorned,
Expands and contracts this corporal form,
Rusted and barbed, and satin and laces,
Funeral parlours and wide open spaces,
You put such faith in expulsions of air,
Paroxysm’s of joy, the depth of despair,
I’ve seen you rise, and I’ve seen you trip,
Drawn up and conjured, the Mechanics Of Lips.

The Mechanics Of Lips,
Mouth to tongue tip,
The Mechanics Of Lips,
Where wisdom does drip.
Sublime, absurd.
So breathe out a word.

Mechanics Of Lips (Remastered)

Roaring into the truck stop of your ear hole, Todger are 4 old friends from London knocking out hard rocking, heavy loadin’ good times with a god damn silly band name.

Drawing heavily from 70s classic and southern rock and the belief that watching live music should be trucking good fun, they blend their tight grooving rhythms and slick guitar work with tongue in cheek tall tales, innuendo and belt-it-out BVs. HELL YEAH!
