Will this fucking cold ever fucking fuck the fuck off? Granted by most people’s personal accounts (those we trust anyway) we seem to permanently have a problem with our nasals to the extent that it is in fact very rare for us to sound like we don’t have some sort of blockage going on in that particular region of our anatomy. Yeah, have a think about blockages in our anatomy for a sec. Cool. So really, it’s not so much salting our game – mentally we’re coping with the sheer amount of never-ending shit that seemingly is all we have to talk about these days, and you’ll have to just pardon us for boring the crap out of you lot with our cryptic illustrations of all the cool stuff that we get to do that everyone wishes they were (but generally never gauge the amount of time and effort that it all consumes). For example, we had meetings today. Big boy meetings. Meetings that the Killing Moon of yesteryear would have been all too pleased to blabber on about given our then-relatively relaxed outlook on confidentiality. However, we fear “the man” now will probably kill us for doing that now. You’ll just have to believe us when we say our wildest dreams are dangerously close to coming true; hence why we have not allowed our cold-ridden body to descend into the pits of man-flu hell, because we’re just too damn excited. Oh yeah, we’ve also sorted a new flat for us to move into this weekend with our boy Tim H-B, and just knowing we have somewhere (nice) to live makes us happy. So whole lotta change coming up. Change by way of calendar month documentation – hey, guess what, it’s only bloody September – seems to be at the core of what mystery person(s) Olympia is/are about. If you hadn’t noticed, it’s now cold as shit outside. Stop kidding yourselves. Summer is over. Autumn won. Get over it and wear a fucking coat. Current Track Of The Day Olympia came a-whopping into our inbox just this morning and grabbed our attention faster than a heavily discounted menu at an American-themed BBQ/burger restaurant. Doubtless this has been emailed to all and sundry, and even more doubtless is that you will see this cropping up on various online outlets over, say, the next couple of weeks. Perhaps even now. That, kids, is called trying to get a buzz going. Thing is, you need to substantiate such things with a strong-ass song. Olympia has that down. Having canvassed opinions around the office, votes are in and we’re counting Oberhoffer, Battles, Yaysayer, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah amongst the forerunners by way of influences, with the frantic songwriting construct of Everything Everything coupled with the huge electronica-governed synth nature of MGMT thrown in. Listen up.
Olympia – September