Current release: 'We're Glad You've Got a Gun' EP on Phono Erotic Records.
We humbly present to you the Blood Tub Orchestra, a motley (as in the original meaning of rather blotchy) London based musical rabble (as in Websters definition of ‘ordinary or common people who do not have a lot of money, power, or social status’ or ‘a large group of loud people who could become violent.’). A group of individuals all musically active, some notoriously so, in the last century, now busy restoring songs from the century before that and dragging up evil smelling offerings from demolished music halls, deconsecrated chapels and boarded up public houses.
What if the past was able to feel nostalgic about the present? What if the past could trivialise, fetishise and distort today into a scarred mirror of yesterday? What if it turned up one night and sat by the bed, leering at us while wearing a moth eaten old overcoat and playing the concertina? Sorry, we’re getting nostalgic here. But in the event of such a time warp the past would have the chance to sneer at us, twist what we thought was true into a parody, dress up in silly clothes and squash our pretensions flat like a roll or lino.
The Blood Tub Orchestra are not an exercise in nostalgia or a re-working of the past into a new shape. They’re more a channel by which the past takes it’s revenge on the present. The ghosts of the Halls returning in the guises of Demons.
Current release: 'We're Glad You've Got a Gun' EP on Phono Erotic Records.
We humbly present to you the Blood Tub Orchestra, a motley (as in the original meaning of rather blotchy) London based musical rabble (as in Websters definition of ‘ordinary or common people who do not have a lot of money, power, or social status’ or ‘a large group of loud people who could become violent.’). A group of individuals all musically active, some notoriously so, in the last century, now busy restoring songs from the century before that and dragging up evil smelling offerings from demolished music halls, deconsecrated chapels and boarded up public houses.
What if the past was able to feel nostalgic about the present? What if the past could trivialise, fetishise and distort today into a scarred mirror of yesterday? What if it turned up one night and sat by the bed, leering at us while wearing a moth eaten old overcoat and playing the concertina? Sorry, we’re getting nostalgic here. But in the event of such a time warp the past would have the chance to sneer at us, twist what we thought was true into a parody, dress up in silly clothes and squash our pretensions flat like a roll or lino.
The Blood Tub Orchestra are not an exercise in nostalgia or a re-working of the past into a new shape. They’re more a channel by which the past takes it’s revenge on the present. The ghosts of the Halls returning in the guises of Demons.