Tuesday, Jan 31, 2006

We've dropped into Week Two here on the NME Tour, and we are gathering speed. Shit is starting to get real, we assure you. Take a look at this photo, for example. Ah, but that's the absolute least of the excess. Never will we forget Michael's mad mad costuming of two nights past, and neither will you once you gaze upon it. It hasn't all been fun'n'games, of course. Look what happened when our green tour manager Adam tried to fix the garbage disposal on the bus by himself and without any protective gear for his hands: yikes! And even the most jaded among you, even those who spent weekends as a youth rewinding and pausing (and rewinding and pausing and rewinding and pausing) Faces of Death, will doubtless experience nausea when you see the grisly results of this teenage fan (her entire future ahead of her!) getting caught between the giant nubby wheels of our faithful transport, The Mineshaft Canary. Yes, but everything was back to normal as of last night, when the whole gang -- Maxïmo, Monkeys, Jets & Scientists -- got together for an improvised, multi-instrument rendition of Achy Breaky Heart on the Mystery Jets' tour bus. We don't go anywhere without our MBox, thanks to which you can take a listen here.