In view of the increased speculation on the MOLF about the imminent Marillos album, your humble servant hobbits at Mockillion have decided action is required!
We could, of course, just wait for the bloody thing to be released, perhaps listening to other music in the meantime. But the hobbits at Mockillion are not rational human beings. We are idiotic bitches to the band. We are slaves to the little voices in our heads that were planted in the 80’s by some mad scot in face paint with a sub-wikipedia knowledge of classical literature.
The voices tell us to get on line and have pointless arguments with people we don’t know about music we haven’t heard. The voices demand we check youtube every 5 minute to see if there’s a clip killjoy Luci has missed in between counting the band’s piles of gold.
Most recently the voices have suggested it would be a good idea to employ a psychic to talk to the dead to answer the questions that must be answered about the album that hasn’t been finished.
The unnamed psychic refuses to give her name so let’s call her “Sally”. Sally has contacted the Racket Records ghost whose name definitely begins with a P, or perhaps a T, or perhaps another letter.
Here is a transcript of her reading:
“Racket Records ghost, are you there?
Hello, who it that? Ernie Wise!
No, I’m sorry Ernie I don’t want to talk to you just now.
Is Eric there?
No. …… no reason, nevermind.
<Time passes>
Hello, who is that? Racket Records ghost? Yes!
Talk to us Racket Record ghost, answer our questions, enlighten us with your secrets.
Please don’t bore us with any useless information such as, which religion is correct, what is god’s plan for the middle-east or why he lets children in Africa starve. No one is interested in those questions, which is why us psychics never ask them.
We want to know important things.
Most of all, we want to know about the Sounds That Can’t Be Made.
No, I’m not taking the piss. That is the name of the new Marillo album.
What do the new songs sound like?
<Time passes>
<Sally goes into a trance>
<She picks up a pencil and, with her eyes closed, starts to write>
A...
bit...
like...
all...
the...
others...
as...
apart...
from...
the...
crappy...
holidays...
album...
they’re...
not...
that...
different...
from...
each...
other...
that’s...
one...
hundred...
pounds...
plus...
VAT...
plus...
expenses”
P.S. If you want to know anything else, like what Fish era songs they’re going to play on the UK tour, please send me some money and I will gladly ask Sally.
P.P.S. I suspect you don’t want to hear that they’re not going to play any as there is nothing the band like better than annoying their long term fans, so perhaps you would be better keeping your cash
We could, of course, just wait for the bloody thing to be released, perhaps listening to other music in the meantime. But the hobbits at Mockillion are not rational human beings. We are idiotic bitches to the band. We are slaves to the little voices in our heads that were planted in the 80’s by some mad scot in face paint with a sub-wikipedia knowledge of classical literature.
The voices tell us to get on line and have pointless arguments with people we don’t know about music we haven’t heard. The voices demand we check youtube every 5 minute to see if there’s a clip killjoy Luci has missed in between counting the band’s piles of gold.
Most recently the voices have suggested it would be a good idea to employ a psychic to talk to the dead to answer the questions that must be answered about the album that hasn’t been finished.
The unnamed psychic refuses to give her name so let’s call her “Sally”. Sally has contacted the Racket Records ghost whose name definitely begins with a P, or perhaps a T, or perhaps another letter.
Here is a transcript of her reading:
“Racket Records ghost, are you there?
Hello, who it that? Ernie Wise!
No, I’m sorry Ernie I don’t want to talk to you just now.
Is Eric there?
No. …… no reason, nevermind.
<Time passes>
Hello, who is that? Racket Records ghost? Yes!
Talk to us Racket Record ghost, answer our questions, enlighten us with your secrets.
Please don’t bore us with any useless information such as, which religion is correct, what is god’s plan for the middle-east or why he lets children in Africa starve. No one is interested in those questions, which is why us psychics never ask them.
We want to know important things.
Most of all, we want to know about the Sounds That Can’t Be Made.
No, I’m not taking the piss. That is the name of the new Marillo album.
What do the new songs sound like?
<Time passes>
<Sally goes into a trance>
<She picks up a pencil and, with her eyes closed, starts to write>
A...
bit...
like...
all...
the...
others...
as...
apart...
from...
the...
crappy...
holidays...
album...
they’re...
not...
that...
different...
from...
each...
other...
that’s...
one...
hundred...
pounds...
plus...
VAT...
plus...
expenses”
P.S. If you want to know anything else, like what Fish era songs they’re going to play on the UK tour, please send me some money and I will gladly ask Sally.
P.P.S. I suspect you don’t want to hear that they’re not going to play any as there is nothing the band like better than annoying their long term fans, so perhaps you would be better keeping your cash