And so it came to pass that it all came to an end. It has been fun, I think some of you will agree.

The in-jokes, the massive amounts of cake, the Italian anti-freeze wine, the haircuts. But all good things must come to an end, so it's time to move on.

So there will be no major updates to this blog or web site anymore.

If you want the gossip, the sleaze, the trouble-making and sensationalism that you've come to expect from us you'll need to go to www.mekanoset.net instead.

A new look, and hopefully what is a more sensible layout that will 'understand you' better. Have a play around with it and let us know what you think.

Hopefully see you @ Concorde 2 or Pleasure Unit next month.

The Electric Soft Parade gig @ The Ocean Rooms on Wednesday 24th August has been cancelled.

The line-up for the night will now be Dollface, The Mekano Set, and The Wailing Jacks.




News just in: we're playing in Brighton @ Concorde 2 on Monday 5th September. Free Entry, cheap drinks. Music from 7.30pm.

It also looks like we might be playing @ The Ocean Rooms tomorrow {Wednesday} night - Electric Soft Parade have cancelled so naturally, we're the obvious replacement!?

The Mekano Set

We've got a myspace... space. If you have a look inside it you will see there's a new song or two, plus a new mix of AllWords.

Exclusive... like a picture of some D-list ceLabRaty 'accidentally' showing tomorrow's laundry as they step out of a car and head for the opening of a packet of crisps.

You can even leave comments about how great {or how rubbish} you think they are, which is a nice touch I thought. Like the nice touch of a Worther's Original fixated elderly relative who thinks you're 'very special'.

You can even be our 'friends' and say nice {or nasty} things about us. Yay. Or nay.

What else? Other things, yes. But I'm not telling you about them yet, you'll have to wait. I think we need a bit more of an air of mystery around here, to counter-balance the daftness.

So I'd totally spoil the surprise if I mentioned that I was quitting and that Finn and Saint are going to ask Lewis from Blanket, or the bloke from Placebo {Max Wall I think his name is?}, or Mira from Ladytron to 'be Milk' in future. Hell - 'I'd buy that for a dollar!' But yeah, that would be saying too much.

How do you know our daftness isn't affected? Cause you've met us, right, fair comment.

I was going to blog you about all the uncool pop music I have been listening to lately, but again, there's no mystery there, is there? So I won't mention that. Maybe I'll just delete this whole thing...

No, I seem to still be typing. It's the only thing keeping me awake. And I want to be awake.

Oh yeah, me and the girls had our pictures taken on sunday thanks to 'Ridder, Ace Photographer'. We may have gotten really, really carried away this time. But we needed some pictures with The Saint in them you see. There were some nice 'The Prisoner / Avengers' style moments in there I think.

Can't quite work out how we ended up pretending to be early 1930's gangsters though. Haven't seen the results yet. But anyway, Saint and Finn really seem to 'scrub up' really well, I seem to just look the same {tired and sickly} whatever I do.

Rightso I guess that'll do for now.

I think we are going to go to The Albert in Brighton thursday night. Laurence of Diamond Family Archive is doing a spot.

See yous.

You're Special Agent Dale Cooper. You're often too
brilliant for people to really follow, but your
infectious enthusiasm makes up for the fact
that you're frequently incomprehensible. You
are smart, intuitive, clear-headed,
compassionate, and cute as hell -- about your
only flaw is your insane coffee consumption.


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OK - so these things are usually rubbish but hell, it said the words Twin Peaks so whadya gonna do? Wow - the 'frequently incomprehensible' and 'insane coffee consumption' are actually spot on! 'Smart, Clear-headed' and 'cute', I wish!

The Mekano Set

Hello. Sorry to steal Finn's thunder but I thought I should mention that we're back @ The Pleasure Unit on Wednesday 21st September. Are you coming? More details soon.

We've been wasting time loitering around My Space, have you?

So the feedback from recent gigs seems to be that we don't stand close enough together. Oddly, this has been mentioned before. It just seems like an odd point to make.

The southerners amongst you might like to keep an eye out for this month's edition of Spill Magazine which I'm told has a review of our new CD in it. How about that? Actual attention from the outside world!

I read it this evening. It's a nice one, very positive. Thanks Spill!

That's the second time we've been compared to Placebo - really don't get that. I was prepared for the 'Garbage' thing, but Placebo? I am definitely getting my hair cut then.

Right, where's the lemsip?

"Nicey nicey zoo zoo..."

Well... this sunday was, more than ever, a day of rest, futurama, couches, duvets, mash potato and sleep! what a way to start your 26th year...

Of course this was not the very beginning of my 26th year....

Thanks to everyone for making a really cool night (and of course some really wicked pressies!) The first thing to mention here is of course the poloroid camera which photographer extrodinaire, Ridder Radar, most kindly handed to me at the beginning of the evening, knowing full well what a fab gift it would be. This will be the basis of this blog! (Important to Note: Ridder, Zoe, Dr Ham, Burch & The Steam Age, who supplied fantastic music all night)


RatDaddy began arming themselves with guitars at about 8.30pm & what a great set. i feel pretty bad because the sound was being a pain. (I'd just like to add here that the sound guy who was supposed to be there left after 5 minutes because he basically had something better to do... nice!) So sound was left up to the guy running the bar that night, Ricky, (Top Bloke) and Milk and i don't think RatDaddy enjoyed themselves as much as i hoped they would.. & they left early, Sorry guys. Having said that, despite the sound problems.. i thought they fucking rocked... note exhibit A Your honour.....
Hopefully we can see them down in Brighton again somewhere they can be a bit louder. (The Cubar are having a bit of a problem with someone complaining about the noise.. i mean seriously, you live in the middle of Brighton, opposite a Rock club, a bar & on the same road as various resteraunts.. it's 8.30 on a saturday night... fucking move!) Anyway, Milk has ended up with a RatDaddy T-shirt which we're keeping.. thanks for coming down & thanks for the T-shirt!!


So, we went on next. it would have been nice to have been louder but i think we all had a really good time on stage. & hey, when you finish the gig, trying to get your breath back on the floor after screaming your tribute to Rock n Roll Goddess Patti hunched over your pedals making as much noise as possible, you have to have had a pretty good one, yeah? (Read Ridder's thoughts on this here).

it was great to be surrounded by friends and all the afternoon's baking definately didn't go to waste. Mmm Brownies!Wise Lady, Lisa (see below) was most complimentary in her summary of my evening: "She came, she baked, she rocked!"

Good quote, make a note of it, Darling!








I can't go on further without mentioning that The Mekano Set's top man & phantom forth member honoured us with his presence on saturday night & not only that... he also brought me "Polysics or die"... sorry i just need a moment.......



Scary Cathy's in this picture, too.. look there she is, not being Scary Cathy at all!
there's too many pictures on this alreay but here's another one. The Steam Age needs a picture on here because A. he played Kate Bush, Curve & Tom Waits & B.
because he made sure that i didn't die when i got home......




Well, i'll finish up now (sighs of relief all round), by firstly saying that Bill still rules the world & everyone has to pay respect the t-shirt in the picture below. just one last snap of me and my girls.. yeay!!!!





Oh.. and a sheepish sorry about waving an empty confetti gun in everyone's faces and shouting "Federal Agent" at them..
See Y'all Later!!

Seeing as how it's 'my memories of Miss Beth' day in blog-land {see Ridder, quite possibly the world's best Silly Blog}, I shall take this opportunity to, weddings and funerals style, to pay tribute to our glorious front-lass...

Aherm...

For the past twelve months or so {with a brain like mine, frankly, it could be twelve weeks, or even twelve days...} it has been my pleasure {the vomit-inducing kind...} to have Beth as a 'musical partner in crime'. Or grime.

As a result of our carefully researched experiments in combining shouting, drum machines, Pop and Crisps, Cake, booze, crying and other stuff, I have done more puking in the past few months than I have since my cider swigging early teens. I could blame her brownies, but that wouldn't be true. I have also made a lot of fun music, and had a load of fun making that music.




Punk Rock Chick of Doom by night, favourite cake-making aunt by day.

A fucking brilliant voice, excellent taste in music - and footwear, brilliant company, likes Black Books, lives for Kate Bush and Curve. What more could you ask for in a band-mate?

Patrick 'The Saint' Crean, he of the bass guitar and shavey head, has actually been drafted in as a sort of sick-buffer as much as for his bass playing abilities. I thought that if we had a 'sensible' third member we in turn would perhaps behave in a more sensible, sober manner. And plus the fact that 'threesome' sounds funnier than 'duo'. Ha ha... {S.W.I.D.T. ?}

So thanks to Beth for the sick. And the larks. And here's to a future hopefully filled with cake, shouting through guitar effects, piss-poor corner-shop quality wine, and sick. Bring it on.

Happy birthday Beth. You really do Rock xxx.