Friday, 23 October 2009

Killer Moses eps

3 EPs

The first was "Unseen"... the title track owes a large debt to Slab. It starts from a fairly ordinary acoustic bass line and trolls along in a friendly jazz hop way.... ho ho.... only to be punctuated by laughter from Dennis Hopper in Blue Velvet as the track descends into a psychedelic space epic with fuzz bass, huge drums that sound like they were forged from the same furnace as Descension, Miles Davis style mute trumpet and ends in a swirl of dissonant voices..... the laughter was meant to at the sad fuckers drawn in by the beginning........ so if youre hearing it for the first time go with it and stay the journey does take off....

This was really the knda direction I was hoping Sanity Allergy would go in... but that is history.

Two other EPs along with it.

get em from this link before rapidshare bombs em

Slab rarities

Soon to appear on website. I know we've said this before but they are now digitised and ready to rock, includes one of the first ever full line up gigs and Final Recordings.

If anyone has decent copies of the 2nd and 3rd Peel sessions please leave your email here or go to and get my email address.



Thursday, 8 October 2009

Sweet Billy Pilgrim and Slab

Some of you may know about Sweet Billy Pilgrim and the Slab connection. Tim is a big fan and has acted as a catalyst for our resumption. He wrote an article on us for the Sunday Times and now has quoted the lyrics from Dolores as part of a poster advertising campaign for Sweet Billy Pilgrim's influences in HMV and Mojo magazine.

Tim we owe you one big time. Thank you.

Monday, 5 October 2009

Killer Moses


I shall be posting some of my work as Killer Moses over the next few weeks.... a dark narcotic Slab....

Sunday, 4 October 2009

Slab Descension


Slab Descension

Sanity Allergy


Sanity Allergy


So here we are, drifting in and out of sleep, waiting for autumn.

Just over a year ago we set out to finish songs left over from the demise of Slab. It has taken a long time to get to but soon we will be finished.

The temporary disintegration of Slab wasn’t a pleasant affair it was a time of uncertainty and paranoia. It was a time of disgust. It was worthless. It was a memory best left forgotten.

But there was always something, always something lurking in the extremity, the intensity whether it was beautiful or sad or motionless or deadly, something that needed to be realised to bear fruition and live again.

It had lived in the work I would do following Slab, but it was voiceless and spoke no words. It knew less.

But now it rises again and it will soon come.

And more will follow.


October 2009