If you like this, you’ll probably like the live show. If not, you probably still would like. Canny good.
Splice the Mainbrace, and so on.
Normal Service will resume shortly. Midshipman, call off your dogs/Control yourself/those wheels and cogs comprise a whole. a breach in the wall surrounding something central/Steady, stock parts crack and burst in the cold/stock still catching up with you. Fixed diff breaker’s overture. Tall enough to stand stock still, handbuilt, bespoke, modular/ Yet, like bamboo, can bend in the breeze/Equivalent of Dead Man’s Switch. A letter signed and fastened with a seal – a figment of some death and burial! Seldom struck by waning luck, an army may form with L-plate hopes to contradict such coarse predictions. Our Town is built, announce it in the hall. Folk from here and there would flock to live a live they would ne’er have lived.
With maximum props to Ian Hatton like. Down two gauges and ready to swim the moat. Stay hydrated! CM
Bob’s beer is very good
The marvellous Bob Cooper, apart from regularly taking photographs of our gigs, is a great brewer of beverages. The first beer under test is an Imperial Stout brought over the other night. Rich and dark. Splendid crack. Thanks Bob! Merry post-Chraz everyone, and have a good un. Lots of goodness coming in 2012. Thanks for listening.CM
Don’t ask.
Franko owning the drum kit just out of shot. Photo copyright Carlo Viglianisi. Thanks Carlo. Next Zadok gig is at Trillians Monday 19th December with Great Man Theory and a band named Harlot. CM
And finally
The electrical games referenced as the backdrop of the Equestrian Wall of Death saga are a long standing event, in this timeline. A yearly tented city ! This one, featuring in the forthcoming recordings, is important because it represents the first ever Pay – Per -View Mind/Meat stream. The compere has lined up an undeniable, amazing spectacle – this year the wall will rise up to a 90 degree angle. He knows it’s a race to the death… it usually is like.
CM
A tin circle
“The Root of it all. They were all related – inflexible. Sowarth could not step outside. A Tin Circle. Our great leader broke his safe for V for Victory. Cloud stood stepwise, introspect in mystery”. The Equestrian Wall of Death – being, the Zadok album after the next one.
CM
The Compere’s vehicle
The compere’s trailer looks close and small, like any given Winnebago. But truly it’s a illusion – enormous. It houses a disturbing array of research equipment. This all started years ago when a baby was born with a tail that could sting people….and the Compere will finally reveal this when confronted. In that case there will be a serious last act up his sleeve like……
“at first I saw Sorcerors, and gave them the seeds. They responded well and were taken with me. These trauma packs were given to me by Cloud Templeman personally.”
Tales from the Equestrian Wall of Death. Coming late 2012 or when we get our finger out .
More mouldy tomato crack
More molecule is slowly being made. This is the chewiest song I ever bit. 
More to the point, you can see Zadok at The Riverside in South Shields on 17th November, if you live out that way. C
Gigs in the pipe.
Hey North East Progressive grunge-folk fans. You may have been fairly tearful recently if you live on the end of the metro line. Luckily for you we’re playing in South Shields, for the crack, on the 17th November at the Riverside with a band called Hostage Rescue Team. Here’s a weird mould formation found on a tomato in a Gateshead fridge. Click on it to join the mailing list, see. It looks like we’ll be playing a special Christmas gig right in the middle of town too, so watch out liike. CM
Here’s What happened next, Nick.
Is that clear then? If not, there are more instalments in this series. There’s also a Dan Dare story in the same comic, and if anyone specifically asks for it, I will photograph that too. Thanks to everyone who came down on Friday night. It was a good show through the mighty Rockin’ Horse rig. Stay tuned! CM
Hands up if you know what’s happening here
Your faces aren’t that similar like lads. I photographed this from an old copy of LION and EAGLE from 1971 that was lying around. Guess what happens next? CM
Spurs, Knuckle Dragger the neet, Static Electrolysis vibes
Starchy goodness abounds. All those with a day job say aye! There’s thunder in the camp with a steady handed collection of scattered melodies and a sheer burning determination to eat hummous. There’s a well put together review of the Unit of Judo EP here, which has certainly made me think about the sound of the japanese jaguar in this muscly context. Spurs are for jinglin’ and jangling. Wood is for putting strings and pickups on and cradling like the saint. What’s the story, Saturday fans? Knuckle Dragger, Dragnet and Conductors are down the Head of Steam tonight if you’re close. £3 in and an early finish for maximum move-poppin’ time! CM
Sweating Cobs. Agitated Molecule vibes.
We’re a lot of things but were not lazy when it comes to writing a song like. This is about a third of the existing notes for Agitated Molecule, the forthcoming mega-extravaganza from Zadok, your favourite Progressive grunge-folk group. The rest are scattered across the county, or in digital form on some server somewhere waiting for the EMP.
That case contains the Tobacco sunburst Jazz – the weapon of choice of Al, in the war on audio boredom. I post this picture just so you don’t think we’re just fannying about with a computer or something. Remember to always warm up before trying anything tricky or repetitive. CM
Next Caller.
Do your best. Zadok: high fibre progressive grunge-folk for the future. Too much time otherwise. Keep a notepad by your bed just in case. Remember by the time you’re feeling thirsty you’re already dehydrated. You can’t necessarily keep it all in the attic like. It’s difficult enough to keep it truckin’ if you’re straight with yourself, so get out of your own way, etc. Zadok live 7th October 2011, implementing stage three of the progressive grunge-folk principle, written on a stone so big you can’t even see it, with a chisel so big you can’t even find the head. In an odd moment in Chester le Street, the world being a sort of space-craft scenario, you’re dreaming of grabbing the wheel. But where will you steer? Cantina band is enough for now. Get on the OST. Make it grow in a sweet niche, keep your overheads down, go down a gauge, get your fish song. Next caller. CM
