The track listing for the Rough Trade compilation - Counter Culture 2006 has been released. The Disco Students are the very last track - preceding the DS are another 23 artists including Lily Allen, Scritti Politti and Camera Obscura.

Review from Popmatters.com

When’s the last time you picked up a double-disc CD retrospective of a band that’s been around for a quarter of a century and you haven’t heard a single song from? Well, this is gonna be your first. The Disco Students is a band that, in many ways, is an awesome Joy Division knockoff with absolutely none of the budget. The band has long since been plagued with problems that would make VH1’s Behind the Music shame itself, but long-suffering leader Simon Cheetham has prevailed for 28 years, making songs with great titles and a sense of danceable fun despite budget limitations. The Disc 2 electro experiments wear thin after a while, but the gems all lie in Disc 1—prime-era Students where the Joy Division influence was so great they named one song “Love Will Blow Up in Your Face”. Sure, you can argue that some songs, like “A Boy with a Perchant for Open Neck Shirts”, wear thin (and it does, especially with Cheetham’s never-there voice), but the gems are just as numerous, like tuning into some great lost radio station run by Ariel Pink. It’s not perfect, it’s sloppy and sometimes a strain, but never before has a double-disc retrospective release been so warranted. Ladies and gentlemen: the best band you’ve never heard.

Things moving for 2007. The new look DS play two dates in the new year. The Dublin Castle, Camden on Friday 23rd February and The Betsy Trotwood on Saturday 10th March . It'll be all new material - a different sound. All good. A new line-up.

There will be a Disco Students track on the new Rough Trade compilation album - Counter Culture - The Best 0f 2006. The cd will be out in the New Year. To coincide with that the DS will be back on stage - just arranging a couple of London dates for February.

The DS are about to collaborate with Dublin based artist John Nolan.John was responsible for the cover of "I Beg To Differ" - and the DS are about to write and record some pieces to accompany some of John's new work. Exciting, eh ?

Look - I've changed the DS Blog - got a bit bored of the other style.
I've been recording new stuff - "My Astrakhan Coat" - weighing in at just under two minutes, with more of my newly aquired guitar skills.

Review from Rhythm Online.

The Disco Students: I Beg to Differ double CD
Review by Chris Marling

Seems I get a release from this lot every other week, but they’re fun so hey ho. This time out it’s a collection of old and new, rare and not so rare releases from their somewhat low key career. Apparently inspired by the Clash and the Pistols back in 1976, they somehow managed to become a largely twee indie band with more nods to Morrissey and The Television Personalities than Sid and Strummer. But don’t let that put you off – if you have a love for the Sarah Records end of the market, these guys are top notch. For the collector, you get all the early 70s vinyl releases, ten unreleased tracks and some more recent stuff, including three new songs, as well as a song by their former band, The Haircuts. For the novice, you get introduced to a band who made the late 80s indie sound their own.

Just placed a new song on the MySpace site - "Another Mark E Smith Wannabee" - and another new creation " Ain't Never Been On No Rough Trade Compilation" will be on there in a day or so. The Disco Students have a new guitarist - his new sound is a delight.

Been quite a few bits and pieces going on in the past week. A new guitarist - already settling in - and there's been a new track just recorded . Also, looking at some live dates towards the end of the year. The new DS sounds very different. Exciting times.

we all need hobbies - slight distractions to help us through the mundane times we live in. one of mine is defacing scottish currency. aginst the law i know ( that's part of the appeal - the pure danger, the buzz of being just one step ahead of the law). whenever i come across a scottish banknote, i write " jock money - no good" on it. i've been doing this since around 1996 - and i calculate i've worked on over 100 notes since then. one of my ambitions is to come across one - to be reunited with my art. what a day that would be .....

two nights out in three - can i stand the pace? off to see the fall in bournemouth.might as well, mes and co don't venture into dorset too often.
here are the results of the latest disco students photo shoot.

Went to see Patti Smith at The Tate Modern, where she gave a a poetry/song performance to support the Robert Mapplethorpe exhibition at the Alison Jacques Gallery. All very NYC arty - a couple of films, one , "Still Moving" a RM/PS collaboration from the mid 1970's - then Patti got on stage for some anecdotes,poems and songs. A bit under rehearsed and scatty - but most enjoyable.

John (Le Mesurier)

It's the little things that let you down,
Like, refusing to wear a dressing gown,
Pushing a child from a life boat,
"It's every man for himself"

I, like you, will spoil my voting paper,
I write " none of the above are fit to lace my shoes"
"They could not fill my boots"
Look at their Burton's suits, they think it's funny.

It's the little things that let you down ( son),
Being lower middle class,
Can sometimes be a pain in the arse.
I struggle with all the cutlery,
I lost my kit after P.E.

It's the little things that let you down,
I washed my hands in my posh girlfriend's sink,
God only knows what her mother thinks,
They think their shit don't stink (son).

An American writes :( from the Fall forum).

Re: The Disco Students

I still think the MES song lyrics are tasteless, but fortunately you can't make many of them out at least til the end of the song.

GOOD THING ALERT:

the guitar work on The Disco Students MySpace songs is really nice. On the MES song and the others. The other instruments are sort of just there, but the guitar work is consistently captivating. Not a fan of those chousey tones, but it doesn't matter because the playing shines thru fine. Good work, Simon, especially if you are the guitar player.

ANOTHER GOOD THING ALERT:

I am beginning to get the idea that Morrissey did sort of steal all your ideas, at least in a figurative, if not literal, sense. Correction: I think it was Bobby Bluebell who stole your idea of how to sing, but otherwise, yeah, I can kinda see it given Sugarside and your history and black sense of humor. This plausibility, true or not, makes the song kind of cool and unique, a bit like Jonathan Richman singing about the Velvet Underground, but in reverse.

"Kitchen Sink Disco" -a track from the Black Girlfriend E.P. is included on a podcast put together by one of the members of the unofficial Fall forum.

Totally Radio have been playing some tracks from the new release.

In my youth, I used to carry a torch for Selina Scott. Tall, lean, bright - probably went like the clappers - just the kind of girl I was looking for.
I happened to chance upon a TV programme on Channel 5 tonight - where Selina spent three quarters of an hour pouring scorn on modern TV, pop culture - almost everything created after around 1963. She's still a bit of a looker - but there's no doubt in my mind, she's bonkers. Nothing wrong with that, of course.

Review from Play Louder.

The Disco Students - 'I Beg To Differ'
yeah!yeah!yeah! Records

The Disco Students come from that era when you could get away with calling your band something like The Disco Students without the pseudo proletarian hordes of the music press getting sniffy. Yet the Aylesbury chaps were a band aptly named, combining arch, fizzing guitars with pummelling, anxious post-punk straitjacket-soul beats, elegant, intelligent lyricism and song titles like 'Kafkaesque' and 'A Boy With A Penchant For Open Neck Shirts'. That's me, that is! This retrospective of the band's twenty-eight year career sees the tense 'Pink Triangles', the light pop of 'Sugarside', the subtle synths of 'But' that give it a slightly goth edge and the dark romance of 'Red Flowers' that make up Disco Students early - and best -material. For anyone who's never got down for a book and a boogie with these chaps, this compilation comes highly recommended.
Review by Luke Turner. 26.8.06.

What Rough Trade say:
I Beg To Differ.
a double cd retrospective from the aylesbury based art rockers - featuring all the material from the singles since they reformed and also the tracks from the late 70's and early 80's - also features the classic "do you remember longwick'" by the haircuts - simon cheetham's first band - a standout track from the legendary "aylesbury goes flaccid" compilation album from 1978.

Review from REPEAT.

The Disco Students : I Beg to Differ (www.myspace.com/2006discostudents) Here’s some more nostalgia, but this time with a happy and still partly unwritten ending. The Disco Students were formed in 1978, and gloried in being freed from the shackles of prog rock and all that appalling nonsense. They traveled the country to plug into the national grid to rattle out short, sharp sets of angular, riffy, liberated punky stuff which this retrospectve shows to be still exciting and uplifting today. No wonder then that the band have reformed and have added some new tracks onto this 2 CD set which looks both forwards and backwards.

I had quite a surprise last night. I'd been out into the town of Bridport - sampling strong drink etc - and returned to find a Moog synthesiser in the house. One of the three Sues ( I've yet to discover which one )- has obviously got it from somewhere. Makes me think that some new recording is being planned.

I missed the BBC2 John Betjeman show the other night - I was out and about celebrating a wedding anniversary. Yeah, mine. Well - not just mine.
So, pleased to see it was repeated tonight. Watched it with glass of wine and loved it.
So many things I like. The rugged sea - JB loved Cornwall, I'm a Dorset man myself. Loved his unpretensiousness ( i haven't got my dictionary to hand so that may be spelt wrongly : but hey, we're all artists) - his nice streak of melancholy, eccentricity, englishness. All very good. I recall I had the opportunity to study him whilst at school - but, because I was who I was then , declined - and spent the time , generally wasting time. Well, that's what you do when you're a spotty self obsessed punk rocker. Also, the show was presented by Rick Stein - who I like, and with him Chalky, the Jack Russell.
I realise I'm drifting off into middle England dinner party territory here - but I too, am the "master" of a Jack Russell - so there were a number of common threads.
I will watch the remaining programmes with interest.

Been busy this week with the release of "IBTD" - making sure review copies are going out etc.
I am planning a couple of live dates around Christmas - it will be a new look DS - playing four or five songs from the new CD, plus a few brand new songs which are currently in production.
I'm excited about it - the previous run of live dates didn't really do it for me.
There's also a possibility of an interesting collaboration with another artist - but nothing certain yet.
One of the new songs includes a reference to Garry Bushell.

"I Beg To Differ" has been released into the community. A life's work (?)
And on we go - that was then - we move on to the next 26 years .....

Another day of recording - the result is "Favorite Slit " - a tribute to The Slits.
I'm in the process of writing "The Frank Sidebottom Song" - a musical quest to find just who Frank is? Actually, it's a rhetorical question as everyone knows it's Chris Sievey.

Just spent the day recording a version of Patrik Fitzgerald's "Safety Pin Stuck In My Heart". I'll put it up on the MySpace site in a few days.

I have so much to give .....
Just heard from the CD pressing people that "I Beg To Differ" is SO big ( around 90 minutes) that they can't get it all on 1 disc. I was left with the choice of leaving out 5 or so songs or putting out a two disc release. I chose the latter.
Just get Roger Dean in to do the gatefold sleeve, and we're all there .....

MySpace has embraced The Disco Students - a very encouraging start. I had my photograph taken today by an Icelandic photographer - Henrik Spaunhausen. He is compiling a collection of photographs of "English Eccentrics" and reckons I fit the bill. He brought with him a hairdresser, Joni - who cut my hair prior to the photo shoot. Crikey - it's like punk never happened.

The Disco Students have made it to MySpace.
www.myspace.com/2006discostudents

There are four songs on there at the moment , "Oh No, You're Pregnant", "Mark, What's The Score?" , "Kafkaesque" and "Helen Come Home".

There'll be some new material put on there very soon.

Jim Morrison, tell me how it feels,
To end up with just £25 from being on "Deal or No Deal".
Jim, James, whatever is your name (today),
The rest of the Doors still want their pay.

Writer & Broadcaster.

Paul Gambaccini, wearing only a bikini,
Found in the launderette,
Worn for the day to win a bet.

The drunken daughter,
Of Janet Street-Porter,
Caught infragrante delicto,
With the first husband of Helen Shapiro.

Helen Sharman, first Briton in space,
Recruited by Pete Townshend to play bass,
On a concept album based on London's A-Z.
John Entwhistle, you see, is , I'm afraid dead.

Oh , A.A. Gill.
Yeah, A.A. Gill.

Celtica Radio - a station in darkest Wales, are I am informed , blasting out tracks from the "My Black Girlfriend" E.P.

A review from "Cool Noise".

Saturday, June 03, 2006
My Black Girlfriend by The Disco Students
Firmly from the DIY/John Peel style of music making we have The Disco Students. Their Mark E Smith's Dead may be factually inaccurate but it is a good song with a snarl to enjoy. Lo-Fi fun for the discerning in the family.

Just started to record the first all-new Disco Students CD of the new era. And the retrospective CD isn't even out . Got to get everything done before I drop down dead.
The first song is "Who's Your Favourite Slit?" - it was originally a poem, one that I performed at the live dates I did last summer. I've since set the little devil to music.

Ari Up, Ari Up, Ari Up, Hurry Up,
I can't take no more,
We've gotta keep the noise down,
Palmolive's at the door.
Your favourite Slit,
Who's your favourite Slit, your favourite Slit?
Eaten me for breakfast, a naive provincial boy,
Kept me as a mascot, kept me like a toy.
Made me do the errands, sent me out for tea,
I did all their washing, that was all down to me.
I squatted and I squatted like I'd never squat before,
I took to my new bohemian life one step ahead of the law,
I shared a morning postal round with Vic Godard,
I met some Rastaferians in their lovely yard.
I told them, I warned them they would catch their death,
Standing around in November covered in mud in Hammersmith,
I told them, I warned them this could not go on.
For a while, I was very keen on Viv Albertine,
Yeah, I was very keen on Viv Albertine.

My Shit Don't Stink.

It's painted on a wall outside the old town hall,
Someone wrote it on my fence, using the present tense,
People stop me and ask, "Is it really what you think?"
I say yeah, yeah, yeah - My Shit Don't Stink.

An anonymous note was pushed beneath my door,
A crank caller left a malicious message on my phone,
I get criticised because I cannot hold my drink,
I say yeah, yeah, yeah - My Shit Don't Stink.

And so, it has happened again. We are no longer in the World Cup.
Fuckshittingwankingcuntingbollockingbastardshitpissfuck.

This is the sleeve of I BEG TO DIFFER. The original is by Irish artist John Nolan - someone I've known for nearly a decade. I first met him in St Stephen's Green, Dublin - and have since kept in touch.

I BEG TO DIFFER - is at the factory - look up to the sky and you'll see a chimney belching - that's the new CD being made ( by talented craftsmen).
There are 22 tracks - they are:
1. South Africa House.
2. Kafkaesque.
3. A Boy With A Penchant For Open Neck Shirts.
4. Pink Triangles.
5. Credit.
6. But.
7. Red Flowers.
8. Boxes.
9. Lake Superior.
10. There Is Nothing To Keep Us Here.
11. Sugarside.
12. Love Will Blow Up In Your Face.
13. Letters Of The Alphabet.
14. Yellowhouse.
15. King Cupid.
16. Helen Come Home.
17. Tina Weymouth's Smile.
18. She Loves Me Like A Brother.
19. The King Of The Manchester Baggy Scene.
20. Oh No, You're Pregnant.
21. Mark, What's The Score ?
22. Do You Remember L-L-Longwick?

I am David Beckham's Hairdresser.

Back street salon next to a back street abortionist,
I was going nowhere with my radical plans for hair.
I cut Harry Kewell's quiff into the shape of a peacock,
Then the M62 into Lee Sharpe's sideburns.

Word got round all over the cotton mill towns of the north-west,
I was commissioned to work on Callum Best ( he tipped poorly).
A double page spread in FHM was followed by a four page pull out in the Rochdale Echo.
My time had come.

The Town Song ( £5 pair of shoes)

Went down to the town,
Had a bundle of cash and a determined outlook,
Went down to the town,
I was unknown - and that suited me.

In the town, I stifled a yawn,
Threw up my dinner on a resident's lawn.
In the town, I bought some new shoes,
Cheap enough , cheap enough to loose.

The security men in their bespoke suits,
Stopped me at a barrier they'd made from old oil cans.
It reminded me of "At The Barricades" by Spandau Ballet.
Yes, it was that serious.

You spur me on, son.
Your spur me on.
Your spur me on, son.
You point out all the things that must be done ( and I thank you for that ).

Word has reached me in Dorset that Top Of The Pops is to cease trading . What (exactly) is happening to the world? Melody Maker & Sounds long since closed their doors - John Peel never came back from Peru - now TOTP is going. To be fair, I hardly ever watch it - and when I do, it's with the sound down whilst playing my own choice of music. For instance, I'm watching it now - a group called Wolfmother seem to be pretending it's 1973 again ( quite why anyone would want to do that is beyond me - I was at the real 1973, and let me tell you it was no tea party). I'm playing The Affectionate Punch by The Associates - a very good record. TOTP tonight is being hosted by two dizzy blonde birds who seem to be laying the irony on with a trowel, all knowing looks and wry smiles. To be fair pop music is for the young and gormless - fortunately I still qualify for the latter.

another mark e smith wannabee,
you, yeah you
take your place in the queue
your pickled wits from the graveyard shift
on salford 96.2fm.

all that static from nylon shirts,
smoking 60 a day until your sinuses hurt.
your mother's hands are raw from cleaning the front step,
the front step where you spit and shit.

another mark e smith wannabee,
took the national express from coventry.
kept a fly in a jar for appearances sake
did almost everything for appearances sake.

I Beg To Differ.
That's the name of the retrospective release. The recordings have just been mastered and re-mixed etc - all ready for release. The cover/sleeve etc is being put together now - it'll be out in a month or so.

The Cranberries (from Ireland) were on television again.
I did not like it.
U2 ( from Ireland) were on the radio today.
Left me, left me cold and getting colder.
By the second, by the day.

Big Country, a Scottish group,
Fooled my friends, but no, not me.
The Postcard groups - all meant well,
But seemed to leave a terrible smell,
Whenever they came south ( they were all mouth).

It's up to you, boy.
It really is - it really, really is.
You're our hope, boy.
No-one's getting younger,
And the rent needs paying - do you hear what I'm saying ?

Edwyn Collins and Henry Rollins,
Are either under sedation or deep in meditation.
And where's Billy McKenzie when you need him?
Chasing whippets in the sky.

Watford have won promotion to the Premierhsip - beating Leeds United 3-0 at Cardiff in the Championship Play-Off Final on Sunday. That's good. A few years ago, I was a rabid/avid Watford fan - travelling home and away - try Hull City away on a Tuesday night in November - no laughing matter. In those days I created two characters - Gladys Protheroe and Ray Bloom. Gladys became quite well known through radio appearances and "her" book - Ray, with his website - Ray Bloom 2000 - won over a number of knowing WFC fans. Well, with the impetuus of a return to Premiership football, Ray's coming back. I'm currently working on a new website that will kick start Ray and his family - wife Kim and sons Ray junior and Ray junior junior. I'll pop the link on here soon.

Boy Misanthrope.

Joe Orton said to me ( in a dream),
"Simon, son - you're wasting your time".
"You're not cut out for all of this".
"You're far too conventional "
He said other things too , unmentionable.

I bridled against this unjustified rally,
"Joe - no,no,no".
He replied - "Simon, yes,yes,yes".

You can't or won't sing in a pleasing manner,
You eat with your mouth full - you have no table manners.
You wreck the beautiful english language with your own home-spun grammer.

The little money you do make, you piss up against the wall.
You'll never play the Albert Hall.
Sell your pen and drink your ink,
Shove your songs down the kitchen sink.

In Manchester (1972).

I cannot be named for legal reasons,
I speak from behind a screen,
You see - I've met your type before,
I know your kind, I know you're kind.

So tell me ex-commune resident,
As you stutter and hesitate,
Why the reticence?
And all the use of the past-tense?

It never seems fair,
That Ringo Starr's a millionaire,
It never seemed just,
Paul McCartney licking Jane Asher's nice little bust.

But in 1972,
When the spots on my face,
Made the world a very difficult place,
Marc Bolan & Micky Finn coudn't do anything useful to help.

No Quality Control.

Soul to Soul, they say it's "Coal Not Dole"
Look at those people living in yesterday,
Unworthy men who cannot hold a pen,
How dare they , whilst I'm on benefits,
Sit and smoke in a public place ( which is now against the law)
No Quality Control.
A phrase they learnt , like a tattoo burnt,
Upon a skin that has nothing within.
Soul to Soul, No Quality Control.
I cannot save or be responsible,
For these men who have nothing to offer.
But then I say, and so do they ( I am sure),
You am wrong, I is right,
I am bright and I will fight,
Today, tomorrow and tonight.
'Cos Soul to Soul and Coal not Dole,
No Quality Control.

I hate it when artists put out LPs of cover versions. I always think - what's the point?
Well, I DID. I'm going to do one. 12 tracks - from Patti Smith to Morrissey - and back again. Good idea.

Ex-Commune Resident!

My friend and collaborator Carl Eldridge rang me up and said "Hey, why don't we write a musical about Jose Mourinho?"
"Don't see why not" I replied. So we are. Indeed, things are progressing at such a pace, TalkSport got in touch and four songs from the project were aired on the Hawksbee & Jacobs show this week.

I'm off to The Fall at Reading. Just getting a few drinks down to oil the wheels.
I'm a relative late comer to all things MES - obviously aware of them from the beginning - but it's only been the last three years or so since I'm become a follower.
After all ....
"What's the point of being a fan ? That's the job for a stupid man".

Another copy of "South Africa House" has surfaced on eBay. How, I wonder, has it made its way to Holland?
http://cgi.ebay.co.uk/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=4849266205&rd=1&sspagename=STRK%3AMEWA%3AIT&rd=1

As mentioned previously, the BBC asked me to get involved with a thing they were doing regarding the growth of radio phone-ins. I dug out all my old cassette tapes from the early 90's - when Gladys Protheroe and her partner in crime, Bernard hit the airwaves. I'm thinking of editing them , getting them digitalised, including some poems and releasing the finished product into the community.

I've suddenly become interested in Hylda Baker. I can just about remember her on TV - I think most of her work went over my head ( bit like Sting, Pink Floyd & Norman Wisdom). I will seek out her legacy.

You're Gay - Baby,I'm Camp.

In your bedroom, with very little headroom,
I soon discovered what makes you tick.
You had been in hospital,
With an easy-going barber who'd been given
A note explaining why he's sick.

(Keep repeating until fade).

Chelsea are out - of course, Barcelona a much better team . But then you get Mourinho on TV talking so much rubbish. That's why I go to watch Bridport FC these days. Football is infected with bullshit.

The Apprentice - BBC2. By the cringe. If this country is going to hell in a handcart - by the looks of it, things are going to get worse once this new generation of "businessmen" get their hands on the economic tiller. Like Clint Eastwood ( the man with no name ) I ride alone. Sometimes I do ask myself if this was the right decision - I only had to watch 10 minutes of these deluded ego-maniacs self imploding before I was patting myself on the back and shaking myself by the hand. And that aint easy.

So, most people get their stuff mixed and re-mastered by someone round the corner. Not this soldier - no. The new Disco Students release is being worked on in New Zealand. The CD is a retrospective with three brand new recordings - and I'm beginning to get a bit excited abut it. By the time all the works been done - I'm aiming for a May/June release.

I was interviewed today by a nice chap called Ian Bent from the BBC. They ( the BBC) are having some kind of big meeting - and one of the topics for discussion is the rise of the radio talk show genre. Me, the inventor of Gladys Protheroe - the first post punk cross dressing pensioner radio phone-in anarchist - was chosen to put over my two bobs worth. I have a library of cassette tapes from my days as a phone-in terrorist - and I proudly sent Mr Bent on his way with a few selections. One day I may edit the tapes down and perhaps release them into the community on CD.

Housewife Girl.

Come live with me, Housewife Girl.
Close the door - and like the poor,
Stay with me, Housewife Girl.
Let us sleep - and let us keep,
Our world away from the other world.
We'll buy bottled water, canned food.
Cry away our wilderness years,
With those salty, sea taste tears.
I have never made the best,
Of all my sprightly youthful zest,
But I am determined though unhappy,
I must remain, unhappy.

(I think I'm Falling In Love With My ) Probation Officer

I'm small, I buy children's clothes to save on V.A.T.
They're for me, for me, for me.
There's a four part documentary on the BBC,
About me, about me, about me.

They shout, "You Ponce", "You Nonce",
They send stuff about me to the local newspaper,
They chant, "Get Off", "Go Home",
They shout stuff down my telephone.

I sit in the library to keep warm,
I walk round department stores , to keep dry,
I wear a security tag, I did some crime,
But things have some how turned around for me.

I think I'm falling in love with my probation officer.
I live alone now.
I must plough my own furrow,
Yesterday, today and tomorrow.
She is a communist, she is an old school socialist.
I like that in a girl, I like that in a girl.

I don't watch a lot of television - it's not that I'm attempting to make some snobby arty statement - I don't spend my evenings reading Sylvia Plath or reciting Philip Larkin - it's just I find most TV dreadful drivel. I did catch a few moments of the BBC retro-cop drama "Life On Mars" - where, for some reason or another, a policeman from today finds himself back in 1973. One thing did strike me though. Why on earth didn't he go straight down the bookies and have ten grand on Sunderland winning the F.A. Cup?

Let the people speak. There's now the facility to comment on the various happenings at DS Central.

The three Sues and I stayed up until 4am finishing the new songs for the Retrospective CD. There'll be 22 tracks in all - 18 vintage DS songs, 1 Haircuts and 3 new - bringing everything bang up to date. The tracks are now being mixed and mastered - we're looking at releasing it in March. We've had a couple of offers of live dates - the Wasted Festival in Blackpool in August is one. Now the recording is complete, we're looking at working on a live set.

(Oh No ) I'm Awful.

I am shallow , I should be wheeled around in a wheel barrow,
I'm not worth it, really, I'm not worth it.
I'm weak, I try to speak how everyone else speaks,
I can't spell, I smell, I should be in a cell.

I'm barred from all the good bars,
On the street, passers-by spit on my feet.
I'm on Crimewatch, I'm under neighbourhood watch,
On the train, fellow passengers complain.

I am vain, I am covered in suspicious stains,
I downloaded my qualifications from the internet,
I'm a sham, I admit, I never played drums for the Brotherhood Of Man,
I am out on bail with every chance of going to jail.

I've stolen the charity box,
Given two schoolgirls a nasty bout of pox,
Pissed through the priest's letterbox,
Kicked my girlfriend out and changed the locks.

I bounce cheques, patronise the opposite sex,
Tell teenage rock fans I played bass with T.Rex,
Oh No, I'm Awful.
Oh No, I'm Awful.