We’re going to see our mate Ian tonight. That’ll be nice. In a week that has not only seen us complete a record deal that has taken around a year to complete (you can bet your fuckin’ ass that we will do one of those showy-offy pictures in due course/when “they” let us, and are really looking forward to toddling overseas over the next couple of years for more than just conferences – or, as we like to call ’em, jollies), sign up a couple of bands to our own rootin’-tootin’ rekkid label that make us feel all awesome on the inside, finally get the all-important Racing Glaciers debut album out alongside the latest installment of New Moons (Volume VI. That means six. That means we’ve released six compilations, not including the two-part effort back in January. Fuuuuuuuccccckin’ hell…) and generally make most (bar one or two, which happens innit) if not all of our prior-arranged pseudo-social engagements; we’ve also managed to stay relatively intact and not get in a super pissy on any occasion, particularly with ourselves. We suppose the key to surfing this tidal musical wave constantly is to know when to drop and roll a bit into the wave and, y’know, just enjoy the….water. Or something. Maybe a more literal trick to play in terms of managing the constant onslaught of work-related stress is just knowing when to tone it down a bit. Knowing one’s limits, rather than pushing one’s luck all the time. Speaking of limits, in contrast to this sentiment are our current Track Of The Day people Field Studies – or rather, we’re getting the distinct impression that the musical boundaries here are rather limitless. It appears a great deal of our peers are already lauding up the sonic delights that Field Studies have to offer, and indeed we have them playing this very evening at our cheeky JV effort with buddy boys Live Nation (the brand is itself called New Moons. Because we’re showing off new artists that we like. See what we did there?). Given the amount of props from promotional remits that we find ourselves fucking about in more often than not, we find ourselves a tad sheepish for not actually having taken the time to check these guys out prior to, well, now. But that’s okay. We suck at other things to. What we’re getting off the back of recent effort Crook is, in one respect, a heavily shoegazed version version of Get Inuit. Like with the Sigur Ros guy taking over the shop. We also get the distinct impression that Field Studies find themselves aligned perfectly well with the latest crop of rising indie stalwarts like The Amazons and (with the sincerest form of respect) Viola Beach, with some truly inventive musical moments lending themselves to giants like Alt J and (if we do say so ourselves) Racing Glaciers‘ debut album and all the sonic landscapes it has to offer. So, what we’re saying is, they’re good. Have a relaxing weekend.