Hi there music lovers it has been appointed my task to briefly outline the heart warming and historically significant story of Raw Dog... ahem sorry Owd Ear Recordings, I shall attempt to spice up this hearty tale in the most poignant and affecting way known to humankind, through the form of the British romantic comedy (or "ROM-COM'' as it usually referred to.)
Picture the scene. A warm dusky afternoon outside the romanitc settings of J Block, Burslem College. Music is in the air (Burt Bacharach or something like that) and the thick smell of learning fills the nostrils. Cut to Hugh Grant (playing the dashing lead character of myself) outside the block having a quick 'fag' between lessons (well, pretending to in that annoying way non-smoking actors do, take a drag let all the smoke out straight away, look slightly disgusted etc..). He is on the cusp on manhood (his balls have yet to drop) and he really 'digs' making 'wacky' music. All he wants is someone to share his passion for good local music and his vision for being a big rock star douche. Cue Julia Roberts (playing the part of sweet innocent girl next door Christopher Keen) who bumps into Hugh 'accidentally' spilling her freshly bought albums all over the floor. Hugh fumbles about like a wounded walrus, apologises and helps her pick up the albums. Looking at the titles shock, horror; Todd Rundgren, Wiley, The Stooges, Big Black, Wu Tang Clan, Pharoah Sanders...(his first instinct is to rob 'em but then he remembers that he's Hugh 'the pussy' Grant and decides against it) He realises this is fate, the person he has dreamed of meeting. They start a record label blah blah blah and live happily ever after. Anyway thats pretty much how it happened. Which leads us rather nicely to present day...
There has been much talking and planning and lazing around since the original idea but we are now (kind of) ready to finally to do something. All we want to do is record some decent music, get it out there and do some gigs. Regardless of any genre or style or whether its cool or not. And the current list of waifs and strays that grace our humble label in at least some ways represent this. Pig Eyed Bandits and their 60's folk inspired ramblings, Herrald Harks in the Valleys' pure pop, Tribal Brides of the Amazon's beautiful racket (although currently on sabbatical) Low Kee's harsh hypnotic electronics and last but not least me, holding court and recording whale songs whenever I get the oppurtunity. All of us are working hard deep in the heart of Fox's Box recording, and we hope to be doing gigs aplenty in 2008.
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