Monday, 28 January 2013


Hello again! Here's some recent photographs from our travels, the keen eyes amongst you will recognise the Broad Town white horse, The Chandos Mausoleum, White Horse Hill in a white out, Stanton Drew stone circle, Wells Cathedral, Tintern Abbey, Much Marcle and Lower Slaughter.

Wednesday, 9 January 2013



'February Makes A Bridge' is a double record label showcase uniting Upset The Rhythm with Night School in the aim of taking the DIY concert out of it's expected parameters and into interesting new pastures to enhance the potency of the music and its effect on the audience.

Taking it's name from one of George Herbert's proverbs, 'February Makes A Bridge' not only signifies a coming together to leap into the sunshine of the new year, it also attempts to link the event with its setting, The Yard Theatre. The Yard Theatre is a newly built raked amphitheatre in the Elizabethan style constructed in a once dormant warehouse in Queen's Yard, Hackney Wick. Herbert was born during the reign of 'The Virgin Queen' and we can hear his February echo in this building, with this event.

'February Makes A Bridge' will take place on Saturday 16 February from 1pm - 11pm at The Yard Theatre.
The full address for the event is The Yard Theatre, Unit 2, Queen's Yard, Hackney Wick, E9 5EN
Tickets cost £7 and are available here:

Performing at this special one off event are the following acts affiliated with Night School and Upset The Rhythm:

Roughed-up, winsome, noise-inflected perfect pop.

Face-painted flag-bearers with a wild feel for melody and a heartfelt kick inside each song.

Land-locked pastoral punk, informed as much by the field as the fly-over.

Electro-ecstatic keyboard quests, distorted handclaps and vocal incantation.

Hyper melodic Sinawi pop vibes shot through with clattering technicolour.

Cloaked anthems of primal beats, hallucinatory vocals and synth euphoria.

Minimal versus mundane synth-damaged realists.

Opiated rhythms, spiralling harmony and the pervading sense of a tender isolationism.

Haunted pools of spooked keyboard, floating song and tumbling guitar-n-drum.

Sunday, 6 January 2013


Yesterday was a lot of fun attending the Haxey Hood in North Lincs. Clocking in somewhere between 650-700 years, the Haxey Hood is one of England's longest running customs. The hood itself is a long tube of leather which, after many a beer is drunk, song sung and fool smoked on the mounting stone, is lobbed into the air amongst a chaotic scrum of people (mainly residents of Haxey and the opposing Westwoodside). The aim of the "ancient game" is to push the sway hood towards one of the villages' four public houses allowing the landlord of each to try reaching out on their doorsteps to make contact with the hood; ensuring victory, celebration, and a proudly displayed prize behind the bar for the whole year. This year the whole game took just under three hours and the King's Head were the worthy winners after the sway hood charged and twisted its unpredictable progress from field to the streets of Haxey as it went dark. Here's some photos we took which set the scene and hopefully convey some of the fun/exhilaration of the event, roll on 2014, enjoy...

"Hoose agen hoose, toon agen toon, if a man meets a man knock 'im doon, but doan't 'ot 'im"