Hello Folks.

The new CD ‘Songs from the Scrapyard’ is now available. This is the much
threatened ‘solo’ album which people have been pestering me to do for a while
now. Under the guise of ‘Eastfield Derailed’ it occupies the ground between a
more acoustic album and an Eastfield full band album. The rationale behind it
follows that every Eastfield song starts off as a ‘sketch’ which is deliberately
kept as basic as possible. This time around these sketches have been embellished
by collaboration and recorded over time. We are happy enough to unleash the
results upon the unsuspecting public, so please feel free to order a copy for
the obligatory £5 from:
EASTFIELD, c/o THE BASEMENT, 78A PENNY STREET, LANCASTER LA1 1XN. uk.
(cheques payable to 'A. Adams'). (europe E7, usa $10). Cheers.

For track-listing (see below). Other releases, t-shirts etc please see
www.eastfieldrailpunk.co.uk


+ + + over the next few weeks Eastfield will be doing several dates with our
Bavarian friends the Garden Gang (full details on a separate email because yahoo
is bunching things together in an avant garde fashion):

Friday 29 May 2009 - BRISTOL The Junction.
Saturday 30 May 2009 - SOUTHEND (Westcliffe on Sea) BarLambs.
Sunday 31 May 2009 - PETERBOROUGH The Park.
Tuesday 2 June 2009 - KETTERING Sawyers (acoustic show).
Wednesday 3 June 2009 - BIRMINGHAM Wagon and Horses.
Thursday 4 June 2009 - BRIGHTON The Albert.
Friday 5 June 2009 - LONDON (ISLINGTON) Hope and Anchor *.
Wednesday 10 June 2009 - LONDON 12 Bar.
Thursday 11 June 2009 - DERBY Victoria Inn.
Friday 12 June 2009 - KETTERING Sawyers.

(* Hope and Anchor is Eastfield only. Garden Gang are at Glastonwick Festival
that weekend)
www.gardengang.de
www.myspace.com/gardengang

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eastfield derailed - songs from the scrapyard
tracklist:


pedigree scum
It hadn’t been the best of weekends. To confound matters the British Transport
Police were out in force to intercept imaginary gangs at Clapham Junction.
Frustrated and empty-handed they decided on the age-old trick of deliberately
walking their sniffer dog into the ‘crusty’.


hucknall! get out of my car!
Stuck on the outskirts of Lyon, soaked to the skin with no food or sleep was the
low point of hitching from Munich to Barcelona. The sun eventually came out and
we gladly accepted a lift to Montpelier. Everything was truly marvellous until
the driver drew comparisons between his dreadlocked passenger and a well-known
pop singer.


sky burial at warton crag
A desolate place where wild birds constantly circle the rock face scouring for
prey. When twitchers die they offer their bodies upon the summit keeping things
cyclical to perpetuate their hobby. The ultimate in ornithological recycling.


jumping under someone else’s train
It’s been commented that sadness on hearing announcements of a body under a tube
train has been superseded by the deeper sadness of desensitisation that these
announcements are becoming so common place that they are accepted as part of
everyday occurrence. That’s a lot of messed up lives and a lot of messed up
drivers.


get a grip
Modern train tickets conveniently have a nice shiny surface whereupon stamps can
be rubbed out until for all purposes they look like a fresh ticket that can be
reused. On one such occasion a conductor was totally oblivious to this trickery
but tried to state the ticket wasn’t valid at that particular time of day. It
bloody well was. He got so incensed by a superior knowledge of ticket pricing
that he ripped the ticket up. Don’t you just hate it when officious arseholes
don’t know their jobs properly? Luckily these pockets contained an equally bent
ticket to get forward to the chosen destination. Ha.


jeremy’s dream
A friend used to work with a curious band called ‘Wizards of Wonderland’. I used
to tell people that the bass player played naked eating chips. He didn’t, but it
made them seem a bit more interesting. I often wonder what that bass player is
doing now.


cigarettes and tourettes
We’ve all had those infuriating conversations when we ask a friend how they’re
doing and instead they just harp on about what ‘great’ things their band is
doing or is going to do. Before I beat you around the head with a blunt
instrument I would like you to know that I think all bands are crap. I never
liked them and I never will.


god’s plastic railway
Things don’t get better. god’s Wonderful Railway has persistently devolved into
a soulless, cheaper, plastic imitation. If god was omnipotent, he’d have done
something about it


keep on tracking the train
The world has gone information crazy where even a simple thing like buying a
train ticket can leave people open to data abuse and a subsequent sinister use
of keeping tabs on the movements of the population. You have a right to be
paranoid.


money money money money
For all those deluded souls that put money before the more important things in
life.





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