(Cover art here with the back and inlay via the respective links)

It's been five years since 'Monsters On My Lawn', and every so often I got the itch to do another frighteningly long piece of music. During these moments, sanity often prevails and I go and make a sandwich or look at some porn instead, but for some reason this year my self-indulgent side got the better of me. Hence 'Disintegration Blues', a 53-minute long album consisting of a single track.

This really came out of me tooling around, coming up with bassy drop-C riffs for a prospective follow-up to 'Other'. There were a lot of riff ideas that really sounded like they could come from different points in the same song, so it seemed natural to me to start trying to sellotape them together into one slightly overwhelming tune. I knew it would come out kinda long, but I didn't have a target length, and over the course of five months it spiralled slightly out of control and came out a monster.

It's not quite as repetitive as it might sound; there's a metric assload of different elements in there and although a few themes and riffs repeat later on, for the most part you could probably cut it into 5-minute chunks and treat it like a normal album. There are some changes of pace, some moments of quiet ambience, some jumpy bass riffs and some passages of really slow, lurching drone, rather than just fifty-two minutes and fifty-seven seconds of the same thing. Although that would have been cool.

So, yeah, probably not the place to start with Enough Rope, but if you do listen, you will at least realise that any shitness is unrelated to its longness. Or length, I suppose. Longness sounds better.

The cover was again self-made, the front being a photo of an incongruous sunflower which just started growing out of my neighbour's chimney, and the back being the largely unused table/gazebo at the end of our garden. Keen observers might notice that I clearly ran out of ideas for the inside front cover and ended up just taking a photo of the side of my house on the way back from the garden. I'm in the market to date another photographer I can abuse for free album art, so if you can take photos marginally better than that and have functioning lady parts, call me. Seriously.