Elmstone Hardwick and the Cheery Club

(A short one because I'm knackered.)

A nice day. Charged to jarkman's to discover a box of hammers. (Ok, they're not hammers, as will likely be explained below, but for the purposes of experimentation...)

Like any sensible person, I surmised that it might be appropriate to put the hammers in a sack and push them down a stone staircase, so as to provide the world with baseline comparisons for ugliness and noisiness. When I get the field recording digitised, I'll be able to demonstrate exactly what a sack of hammers falling down a stone staircase sounds like and how this relates to modern INDUSTRAIL(tm) music. And why it's a much more pleasing noise. But in the meanwhile, you'll have to make do with the pictures.

Then there was futurist welding.