Until fairly recently, after feverish weeks of fist-biting, we had been looking forward to announcing a string of UK Showtimes scheduled for the first half of December. However, the Universe has seen to it that instead we will today announce our principal vocalist's deployment to the People's Republic of China, his prowess in the field of short-form video propaganda having been procured at considerable expense by a coalition of property tycoons evidently hell-bent on becoming even more prosperous than they already are. It has therefore, and not without considerable consideration, been deemed necessary to wipe clean Hot Head Show's calendar of public appearances for what remains of 2011. The vocalist responsible wrestled bravely with muscular torrents of regret, right up until the evening his (and your) drummer disembarked unexpectedly from a bicycle unto the moist yet unforgiving concrete of a Hackney Wick side-street, grazing half his face and fracturing one of the elbows that would have been critical to any attempt made by HHS to perform any of their popular entertainments between now and the New Year.
In the mean time, one might be forgiven for presuming general operations to be at a standstill here at Hotheadquarters, but this is true only of certain periods of each day. Our primary THRUST at the moment is, you should be delighted to learn, ALBUM NUMBER TWO - an enterprise which can be considered overwhelmingly positive in every implication other than the cruel flagrancy of its shitting so heartily on the head of album number one. Behold:
It's an exciting time to be a human being, boys and girls. Don't touch that dial.
The other matter to clear up once and for all is the current situation with HOT HEAD SHOW's performative personnel. There has been much misguided speculation - the truth is, after Vaughn Stokes tragically was eaten by a horse at the end of the summer, amid the ensuing torrent of talented bass players practically and sometimes literally wrestling for our attention, we happened to receive word of the potentially imminent return of MR JONAH BRODY from his two year exile on the other side of the world. In the time immediately before Vaughn Stokes decided to leave high school in Canada to join everyone's favourite desperately obscure Bang Bang trio in East London, the bass player in that trio had been Mr Jonah Brody. In fact, many of the low-frequency vibrations that rumble your booty every time the Lemon LP comes on started life as tiny funky frictions between the strings of a semi-acoustic Epiphone and the gnarled fingertips of Mr Jonah Brody. That piano soliloquy that closes the LP? Mr Jonah Brody. You may have heard word of our sister company and yang to HHS's yin - SUPER BEST FRIENDS CLUB: the tall thin frontman of that strange outfit, known for grease-painted spiritual outpourings and spontaneous flailing dance-floor invasions, is in fact none other than Mr Jonah Brody. IN ADDITION to Mr Jonah Brody's peerless credentials as Transcendent Mystic, he happens to be a RINSING bass player. We took him for a spin at the Bedroom Bar and he rinsed the house down. If you happen to have missed that particular Showtime due to your sister's birthday party or whatever, it seems you will now have to wait until January - we have an album to finish and a mission-critical elbow to heal.
But 2012 is going to be one helluva year, oh boy - we have two Video Entertainments currently in post-production, one detailing our rancid misadventures on the road with Primus, and the other detailing something else. You will probably end up watching each of them several times. Two London shows and a UK tour will happen in Feb/Mar, and Mainland Europe will be getting it's piece in the Spring, with Showtimes currently in the works for Hamburg, Berlin, Roma, Milano, Perugia, Warsaw, and your sister's university. Should YOU have an additional Showtime to suggest to the Show, the place to do that is email@example.com
If by some tragic miracle you don't already own The Lemon LP, you might want to consider buying it here:
Lastly - the gentlemen central to our operation, those three young spiceboys insistently referring to themselves as Hot Head Show, have asked that I invoke the great horn-arranger of the universe in hoping, whatever the coldest/cosiest months of the year mean to you, that they don't fail to deliver this time round, but also to remind everyone that for most of us, there's always next year.
Randolph T. Jackson
VP Public Relations
Bureau of Affairs