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INTRODUCING: Killer Nits!

"If I rule the world / happiness would be spread / like jam!" Killer Nits, 2011

Remember I said I was working with an amazing band fronted by a ten year old boy?

Well, I was not lying to you. I was. That's him up there, at the first gig of his I saw, at a stately home in Cornwall the other Summer.

The band are called

KILLER NITS

They are Jesse, Paul, and Finbar. Jesse sings and writes all the songs. Paul and Finbar do music and dancing and enigmacy.

Their debut EP is on iTunes now. It is called If I Ruled The World, and it was prodiced by Killer Knits and Akira The Don, and recorded right here at Don Studios IV.

All the songs are awesome, but if I had to pick a favourite it would be the haunting, mysterious The Wild Man. But who cares what I think? You can stream it right here, right now, and make up you own mind. I hope you enjoy listening to it as much as we enjoyed making it!

"He's 57 now. He was born in 1989 but he's still young." Killer Nits

The Day That Supergrass Split Up!

Oh no! You guys! SUPERGRASS HAVE SPLIT!

What tragedy!

Now, true, I have not listened to a Supergrass album since their second one, In It For The Money, a dissapointingly serious affair after the punk rock exuberance of their awesome debut, I Should Coco. I nicked it from an Our Price in Redditch, I think, which says something about just how long ago it was that Supergrass released their second album. Indeed, it was that halycon summer of 1997, the year before Freeserve introduced the internets to the country and everything changed, forever.

That year I was in Redditch. We did a lot of hedge jumping to that Richard The Third joint. 10 years later me and Bizzle supported them at the Dublin Castle in Camden. Warners were considering signing me at the time, and me and my band came on in crazy ninja wrestling masks and scared them off.  I got everyone in the crowd to turn around and swear at Wade, then chastised them for doing something soc ruel just because someone told them to.

What a mean thing to do to an audience!

Anyway. Yesterday's post about Penmon prompted the following from Iwan Roberts on Facebook:

Waaaw i was working on the roof there not so long ago! A french woman lives there now!

I was like, "Really?! Ooh la la! How's the roof?"

Iwan Roberts was all like, "The roof = Not well! The atic sees more light then a ty gwydyr lol"

I was like, daaaaaamn!

There's some roof-wrecking French woman living in my old house!

That's eerie, bubba!

"Ty gwydyr," is Welsh for Green House, in case you were wondering.

So, those awesome Superhero Music T-shirts are packaged up and ready to fly. My packaging game went up a levl today, look forward to that. AM getting this ish down to a FINE ART. Shout out Adam Walton who played Fly Aready! from that Superhero Music on his BBC Radio Wales show last night! Blaow!

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Akira The Don – It Could Never Happen Here

Rah then. Inspired by a stray thought that popped out of James Harrison's head during rehearsal a few weeks back, I give to you my video for It Could Never Happen Here, a song I started writing in 2005, the first of a planned series of Dystopias, that would one day form an opera, of sorts. It was also, at one point, going to be on When We Were Young. It went through a number of changes in the interim - at one point Madison was singing on it, and it was set in 2029, rather than the unnamed dim distant future it now resides in. The video above was edited by me, and the footage was taken from my all time favourite anime, Gunnm, AKA Battle Angel Alita, one of the most moving pieces of art ever did I witness. Enjoy.

It Could Never Happen Here is taken from the I Am Not Dead (Yeah!) EP. Get yours here.

The Best Song Ever About Resisting The Zombie Scum...

bone ...is on the iAND(Y!) EP. I should know, I just finished adding foley to my backing vocals.

I can't wait for y'all to hear this ish! It has been too long since Brand New Stuff That Is Awesome! Months in fact! Maybe even three of them!

Crap!

In other news, we will know on the 'morrow whether the iAND(Y!) shirt will come in Triple XL. My Mam's been on the case. Mamma Don is on the team now. Well, she always was by default. ANYWAY! She's only gone and found me a supplier that doesn't take eight hunnerd years to screen print T-Shirts. Cheers Mam! These joints will be here on Friday. Are those posties still striking? I got a big pile of Prizes to go out on my desk, let alone this new stuff.

In other news, my laptop is pretty much dead, so I might have to DJ with CDs on Saturday. I hope I can remember how. I haven't touched a CD deck since 2005 or something. Sheee-it!

OK. Gotta dash. Sorry for the brevity. Tomorrow I shall serenade you with a press release and a photo of my fuzzy head. But right now I gotta finish these songs, and go read BoneBone is even better than I remember from last time I read it, no lie. I got the whole thing in one eff-off massive book and it's fucking up my wrist - I stayed up till 4 am reading it the other night, and I nearly knocked a six year old out with it on the train at 8:30 this morning, but I can't put the thing down, I swear.

Speaking of which, I was out of the house at that ungoldy hour today because I had a contact lens fitting appointment. It didn't go too well, worse luck. It turns out I have scars on my frickin' eyeballs, from all those years of falling asleep pissed with the same pair of one day disposable lenses in my head. I have to spend the next five days pouring Hypromellose B.P into my eyeballs, after which they shall examine me and make judgement. I await with baited breath. Being a specky twat is OK, but only as long as I know I don't have to be one. I can neither afford, nor do I fully trust laser surgery, and I am as blind as a troglobyte without my goggles. Still, it is mostly my own fault, and I shall accept my fate, regardless. It could be much worse, and soon enough it will.

Damn, that post went from Summer to Bummer. How can we lift this back up? I know - it's not just iAND(Y!) dropping this week. POW!

Announcing: EP! Zombiefilm! Party! T-Shirt!!

iandy I AM ANNOUNCING! I AM ANNOUNCING! COUGH COUGH! QUIET AT THE BACK!

Yes?

Right.

*assumes throaty Hollywood movie trailer voice

Akira The Don - I Am Not Dead (Yeah!) This October 31st, 2009...

6 Track EP! Zombie Pop Video! T-Shirt! Party!

Yes it is true.

I Am Not Dead (Yeah!) is taken from my forthcoming LP, The Life Equation, and was produced by me and Dr Stephen Hague. While the song may be familiar to the keener amongst you, this is the final mixed and mastered version, with a world famous pop star singing backing vocals on the chorus.

All other songs on the EP are BRAND NEW - so brand new I haven't recorded the vocals on all of them yet. One of them was written today, by me and Joey2tits and James Harrison, and it is AWESOME and EXCITING and demands it's OWN film.

The video was a year in the making, and cost £48.51 less than that Colin movie. It is violent, action packed and full of wonder. Look out for a trailer on Monday.

The T Shirt is a beautiful grey, and has the image you can see above on it. It was drawn by me, with logo design and mastering by the mighty Zef.

The party goes down at Dogstar in Brixton, on Halloween . We'll be screening the Zombie Pop Video for the first time, and I will be joined on the decks by a whole bunch of my awesome peoples, like Joey2tits, Disastronaut, The Directing Michael and James Harrison. We'll be celebrating the culmination of months of bloody hard work by partying super hard, and dressing up in terrifying outfits. There will be booze! There will be fake blood! There will be prizes for the best costumes! Come!

I Am Not Dead (Yeah!) EP will be available as a CDQ 320kbps MP3 digital bundle - including the artwork and the video - from akirathedon.com.  You can preorder right here, right now. Digital preorders will be dispatched on October 30th.

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Preorder MP3: £3.99

Preorder MP3 + T: £13.99

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PAX!

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LISTEN: Flow Machines - Natural Decay (Akira The Don Remix)

We-Are-Starlight-Sleeve2 STREAM: Flow Machines - Natural Decay (Akira The Don Remix)

Happy Monday gang!

And what better away to kick off the new week than with some new music? Quite.

This is my remix of Flow Machines' Natural Decay, from their We Are Starlight EP, cleverly named after a line in said remix, and out TODAY, as a generous free download, from  www.flowmachines.com. I am fully feeling the artwork, I gotta say. Go cop that ish. Martin Carr's done a very lovely remix on it too, so it's totally Fake-Welsh-Official.

BONUS: Here's the video for the EP's lead track, the Vince Clarke-tastic Every Last Drop (Remix).

PS - If you were listening to Adam Walton last night you'd haveheard new Akira The Don music, along with me talking about how to make bread. So maybe you should go listen back.

AAA EP

The classic second EP from Akira The Don, released in 2005 by Something In Construction. Out now on digital download and CD! The CD comes in a hardy shrink wrapped jewel case with full colour 4 page booklet stuffed with rare artwork and all the lyrics. This is the original pressing rescued from the old Something In Construction offices just before they were demolished.

 

WATCH

The Living In The Future video on Newgrounds (half a million views and counting!)

http://youtu.be/tsZd8_ojPw8

Carter Smith's Patrick video

Zzz

So, I got some (ha!) sleep, and I listened to the noises Birddogg was making up here while I was down in New York, doing whatever it was I was doing in New York. Like, there's some ill stuff. But one in particular is just tremendous. it is mighty. It fills my heart. And prefectly fits so many of the raps I was writing in New York, tempom flow, everything. So, what I've done, is draw various raps, and bits of raps, together, to create this New York song that's been brewing all the time I've been here. It is best I get it out now, before I FORGET. Annoyingly, the necassary component is missing. So piss.

Bad: All the stuff I bought last week - food, drink, socks, weed - is gone. Mostly. I got a lot of Ritz crackers, peanut butter and macaroni. Good: There's a Death's Head Moth on my window. (See right) Bad: There is animal shit by my window. Good: The air outside is fresh and envigorating. Bad: The air in the top level of the house, in which I am supposed to be dwelling, is thick with the stink of animal and of animal excrement.

I went to turn on the sauna earlier, and nearly trod in cat shit. Or dog shit. It could be both. Whatever. It's like, wow, sauna! Oh, catshit. Wow! Oh. Wow! Oh. Etc. So, I wanted to go into town and get a job today, to pay for my ticket back to New York, but waited about for people to come with me rather than just doing it, and the end result is it's super late now, too late to get a job anywhere, and everyone's going into town to go out, save me, who must stay at home cos he has no ID (this is a worry), and it's too far to chance not being allowed in anywhere.

A ha!

So I should write more now. I wrote a bunch earlier. Phil is worrying that Amy has forotten his ass, as she went in her tiny car to take Cecelia and James over an hour ago. But she hasn't forgotten him. It's just miles from ShanGayKen to Woodstoock! A HA!

I just asked Spiky if he has a message for the world. He said, "spitroast!" So there you go.

Lush

So I fell alseep on the sofa after 5, and was awakened gently by Super Phil at 6:20, and it transpired Bird left my bag with my passport in it at the venue last night. But Bird's got me another ID card, so we're outside waiting for Jeff to pick us up at 6:30. And at midday we're in LA, and soon after that we're in Interscope's offices,and I'm filling a bag with Nirvana, Guns N Roses, Gilbert And Sullivan, Dre, Peter Gabriel, Police and other such back catalogue. Jimmy Iovine has a signed letter from Tupac and a video console that won't switch on. And loads of ideas. A balcony. A lush view. LA is lush to look at, from these places of advantage. Like, later we visit Jeff and Trent's, and there's this fucking alien cat that loves me, and an incredible, incredible view, of this desolate wilderness spattered with money.

It was a lovely day.

But in the nighttime it is hard not to see that LA is awash with cunts. It is a sad and massive amount of cunts, and I am not sure whether it is sad because this is what the world did to them, or because this is what they do to the world, or because they are cunts, and you can see their faces rotting right in front of your eyes.