Mike M Plays Bass and Fuzzbass; Mike F Plays Drums and Digitally records things; Carl is the Doctor of Terrestrial Vexation and plays keyboards and records things on bits of tape. The whole is greater than some of their parts {sic}
contact: thebattleshipethelrules@hotmail.com
Ethel: she does what she likes and she likes what she does.
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We are a band split between Hamilton (2 thirds) and Toronto (one third, there being three of us in total). The fellow in Toronto grew up in Ancaster a few kilometres from one of the two gentlemen in Hamilton (but they never met in their youth due to a class and age schism, only discerning much later a shared childhood topography). The other, tea-bred, struggling for a proper life, roamed about a bit, delved into the secrets of the mantle, but has been lured back to the collapsing ruin by the siren's call (a D minor seventh chord, when sustained on the Farfisa organ for three weeks and two days, at all the volume Ford's magnificent battery of amplification could summon resulted in a tattered and shaken McLean appearing at the door, Doom on his brow... "hold that chord a second," he said, picking up a bass, a fuzzbox, "and a piece of bread, no butter"). Carl who played that chord and several others, the fellow on the bus, always seen dragging big black boxes around, arrogant and gloomy, notes flying from his ears, author of unfinished treatise on effects of time-travel (abandoned age 14), circles between Toronto and Hamilton like a stick in an eddy, gets dizzy lunatic frenzies of ideas and then must sleep for nineteen days (they keep him around because he can make an electric organ sound like an orgy between glacier and bedrock). And Ford: not a vehicle for traveling in. The driver, a wild eyed, maniac halo of hair can't see the road and will run you right down, pummel and crush you; no brakes on this Ford. He's been heading out of the wild Ontario since he could crawl (a terrible collision one day in Hamilton, trailing sparks, fumes, rubber bits and wood splinters Ford, sensing the destination that he had sought without seeking screamed "Schtep-oui!" and slammed into the Battleship, Ethel broadside, laughing amongst the twisted metal, bleeding RAWK). Carl Didur, Michael McLean, and Mike Ford. Three people know they are on a journey now, together, unlikely companions but useful to each-other. The road has been traveled before, but lies wasted in this age... we will walk it, our unruly band, and find what strange omens and portents remain. Spare us your illusions, we are THE BATTLESHIP, ETHEL and we are Laughing in the Midst of Ruins. We Do Weddings!
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Carl, Too bad missed your SImply Saucer gig at the Church. Let me know about potential shows with NoSoLaR! Love the new music! Take Care, Blake (chris' buddy)
y'all kinda like rule and everything like that fucked up keys and shit peace to the communist nation of canada from texas the home of the rapists of taste
Guys, brilliant. My 1st port of call when visiting a new page is always influences and top friends and so to see the legend that is Mr Wyatt towards the top was a great sight. Solar Ray... is my favourite. The laughter sample towards the start is great (I like the little details in things) We'll almost certainly be stealing that idea from you!!!
Thanks for the add! I listened to all your songs on myspace and just wanted to say that you guys are great and so.... relaxing! :) Keep up the good work! Typh :)
Great tunes! Nice psyche vibe. If you ever get a chance to check out the VdGG book we wrote (info at our MySpace page), please let us know what you think).
