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The LEMON EP

That old link to the old EP now having reached its download quota, here's a new link to the old EP, with the new EP set to be released within the next couple of weeks. Listen right here, or download and open in iTunes or whatever.

The Lemon EP  by  HOT HEAD SHOW

One Opinion

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   Donkey BVs  by  HOT HEAD SHOW

Transit

Big Bear Mountain

Los Angeles

Some Photos

Drugs are not the only solution

Kitchen Show

A few minutes of footage have surfaced, recounting this peculiar outing in glorious low-definition.  It was a few weeks ago now - after a pretty deep Super Best Friends Club show in Dalston, we darted across town to this basement kitchen to plant some bangers and mash right there on the lino.

The Daddy

This is being put up here partly to counter Vaughn's grizzly little video selection a few days ago, and partly because it might actually be the best music film ever.  Spiritually, Hot Head Show is little more than a Raymond Scott covers band - we're willing to own up to at least a third of this video's 82,000 views, and would advise you to google that shit.

2 Shows and another 86 hours in the studio

In summary:
The new guy is so right on you wouldn't believe.
Betamax's girlfriend's band is also actually pretty good.
Jordan is nearly ready to stop arsing around with the new tracks, but not quite.
Drummer and bass player now live in small flat above a Costcutter with only mild
rodent infestation, though unless bass player finds a job pronto he'll be back on
guitarist's sofa, where rodent issues are more severe, before the end of the month.
Here's what it all looks like:

The Lemon EP

Our first batch of recordings are now being offered to you here, on the condition that you pay us absolutely NOTHING, but that you also resolve to attend a real live HOT HEAD SHOW before you find that you are old and think the kids on X-Factor are actually not bad.


Click the thing up top there, whack it on your iPod and incorporate these five odd little songs into your civilian activities as best you can.


The plan is to make an expanded version with extra tracks and **!EXCLUSIVE VIDEO CONTENT!** available as a physical CD release some time soon.  And then there's these new tracks we've been recording:

Those ones are being mixed every day after school, and should be ready for you to play to all your friends within the next couple of weeks.
Love,
Jordan

Week One

So the kid arrived.  And we like him.  He came pre-loaded with all our material as played on the record, so in theory all we have to do is cover the directions things are likely to go once we get to Showtime.  This shouldn't pose too much of a problem - it seems that against all odds, and in addition to his ninja skills, Vaughn Stokes is a bit of a badboy on the bass.

At some point we're going to have to turn our attention to his need for a job and somewhere to live, but for now he seems happy to potter around Hotheadquarters humming Jaco Pastorius licks (a habit I'll soon beat out of him) and scoring gigs - the kid must have emailed 50 promoters in his first two days.  Hard as I try to break him down with dirt and disillusionment, he continues to splurge smiles and enthusiasm all over every challenge in his path - at 18 years of age, he is an unstoppable torrent of Yes.

What ever happened to Hot Head Show?

Things have been relatively quiet in the HHS corner for a couple of months now.  The more astute among you may be wondering what happened to that groovy little band to which you once so heartily headscratched.

The bald truth is that there have been some personnel changes here at HotHeadquarters.  Bass Player Number One, Mr Stan Dudley, was discovered to be making unnervingly gratuitous films about fruit juice that were so off-brand, so genuinely disturbingly sticky, that we had to let him go.  His replacement, the Most Deeply Progrooverant Jonah Brody, ended up getting sponsored by the Balinese government to relocate to the Indonesian School of Gamelan and Shadow-Puppetry, where he now lives in a mango grove reading Anna Karenina and nursing chronic diarrhea.

There is however a glimmer on the horizon, a glimmer which we might suppose by the nature of its approach to be of not inconsiderably monstrous significance.  A young Canadian player by the name of Vaughn Stokes, having caught wind of the low-end deficit crippling his favorite band, has taken it upon himself to leave his home town of Victoria BC, to travel the 4769 miles to East London, leaving behind his hot girlfriend and his steady job scrubbing woks in a noodle franchise, in the hope that Hot Head Show will accept him into its ranks.  Hot Head Show has vigorously discouraged all such folly, but Vaughn Stokes has made up his mind.

We, the two surviving Showmen, have thus far never met Mr Stokes.  Since his first email correspondence with us just a few weeks ago, we have been assured that he knows the parts inside and out.  The data from Youtube's analytical tools, which show hundreds of plays of our various live videos to have originated from an IP address in British Columbia, would seem to at least reinforce the possibility.

But can the kid really play?  What are the chances of his not being a ignant little shit?  Might he to any extent be homicidal?  The fate of this band has taken such strange turns of late that it seems sensible to begin some record of this here henceforth.  As I type, Vaughn Stokes hurtles high above the Atlantic - in a few hours he'll arrive in London with nothing but a duffel bag, a black fretless Fender Jazz bass, and this band.  Surely he won't last long.