December 7, 2019

Well here we are, for PigDaze this is the end of the year. Our last gig of the year tonight at the Bull Ring in Ludlow and that tingle of anticipation is building up. We're not scheduled to be out again until the end of January and we're hoping to use that time to make...

October 20, 2019

Every cloud and all that ... I was properly pissed off at having to cancel our date at the Bull Ring yesterday after waking up to find nothing emitting my usually reliable gob. Yep, some sneaky beggar pinched my voice when I was off my guard in the land of nod. The sil...

July 14, 2019

My favourite question to get asked after a gig goes along the lines of 'that song you do, you know, the one that goes xxxxx? Who did the orignal version? I can't remember who did it'. How to answer it whilst avoiding sounding even remotely smug? 'That's because it's ou...

June 16, 2019

We had another of those affirming nights in Shrewsbury last night that not only make me feel that all the hard work pays off with this silly hobby, but actually feels like we've got something pretty bloody good going on. Albert's Shed is a fantastic live music venue, b...

May 5, 2019

It's been a quiet spell but we're back on it like a piss-head bet by his mates he can't manage the Waltzers without parting company with his kebab and 8 pints. It may be a bad idea but worth the entertainment value. Apart from last week's set in the woods at Planty's b...

April 7, 2019

Sometimes you just have to laugh about it, take it on the chin and remember we're just a bunch of plonkers having a bit of nonsense. 400 mostly drunken people is usually a good sign for us but only if they show a bit of interest in what's happening at the noisy end of...

February 16, 2019

Now and then a sneery voice speaks softly in my ear. It questions what a grey-headed old git like me is doing playing at being some kind of half-arsed musician. Sometimes, witnessing the acts of brilliance that 'real' musicians turn out reinforces that self-doubt. Afte...

January 27, 2019

After three nights on the trot of face-cracking, throat-mangling, soul-warming skufflepunk it's time for reflection. It's fab that three such great venues run by properly amazing people are thriving out here in bandit country. That also means there's an audience lookin...