Sunday
16th October @ the Sickroom Studios, Day Three. Pics: Tom, Matt
and Jake
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Blearily
heads where treated with lashings of bacon and coffee. This did
the job and before the morning mist had even disappeared, I was
recording the vocals for Lights Out. It was great to hear the song
coming together. Then it was time to add backing vocals to The Room.
In turn, Tom, Dave and Matt entered the booth of isolation. Each
time singing their hearts out and adding an extra layer of beauty.
With such good progress made there was time for Owen to show us
how the art of table tennis was really performed. It has to be said
I was the worst, although I think Dave was practicing his guitar
instead. So maybe he would have been even worse! I guess we'll never
know.
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The
afternoon came and while Dave worked on a few well placed guitar
over dubs, the rest of us temporarily re-joined the human race.
Well we made a trip to Waitrose for more supplies. Mostly cheese
and beer. On our return the acoustic bridge was now a lush prog
interlude. Managing to smoothly link the harsh staccato finally
of Lights Out with the whispering intro to The Room. So with a belly
full of sliced beef it was back to the vocals for me. Deathshead
March needed tackling and it was the right time to take that particular
bull by the balls. After a warm up run through it was time to just
go for it. One raped voice later my duties were now complete. Time
for beer and the Office Christmas Special. One more trip to the
Local pub yielded lots of night time photography and more fun related
shenanigans. We even tracked down the dead squirrel we'd noticed
earlier, and recorded it's existence for prosperity, and possible
cover material.
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