Post by left side brain on Apr 25, 2008 17:37:33 GMT
Well, here we are on day 6 of our voyage to the centre of that which will emerge as album number three in Northern Ireland with the amiable, unflappable, and, as it turns out, physically identical to when we last saw him for the last album (I think he’s even wearing the same shoes), producer Neal Calderwood, and despite the initial setback of the loss of day one due to a.... er..... clerical error, progress has been pleasantly speedy and fruitful.
After a full day on the road and sea on Saturday we arrived at the preposterously remote rock fortress that is Manor Park Studio spoiling for a night of smasholity, and that is indeed what we achieved. Sunday had been meant to be our start day, but was rendered a full day of absolutely fuck all, which we gladly wasted with a day out at Giant’s Causeway, the one point on the globe where at which geology and Zeppelin intersect.
Following a thoroughly well earned night of self abuse, we got cracking on the Monday morning with the drums. Setup (in which Ry’s Yamaha kit was constructed, and then bastardised with Neal’s impressive new DW kit into a monstrous DamahaW mutant) was done in record time, and by the time we reached the end of Wednesday all the drums had been tracked, which put us ahead of schedule, even allowing for the loss of day one. This is a very good thing indeed, and fair play to Ry for the upping of the game, and fair play to whichever factor (or combination thereof) is responsible for the way that these tracks are sounding like being pelted with hot steam irons by a gang of surly youths. Inside a mountain.
Bass started amid hangovers on Thursday, and Richie has whipped through it with jaw-droppingly gay abandon, and it sounds like a 3-ton baboon farting through a 4-ton loudhailer thanks to the recording debut of his shit kicking Orange AD200 head and Neal’s tasty Stingray. Once again we find ourselves eating up the schedule, and by the end of today we’ll have got all the bass in the can (on the disk?). This will call for some heroic drinking followed by the onset of guitar fun tomorrow.
Current plans for the guitar setup have me pretty fucking excited. We’re going to try hooking up the usual Marshall TSL head through a couple of different cabs, and then get a second head (of type as yet undecided) running in parallel to two more different cabs in another room, so each guitar will be playing through 2 amps and 4 cabs at any one time. This should allow us to pull out the same tones that we love from Action Potential, but with something extra to add a bit of.... well, I guess we’ll find out what we can add once we start messing around with it. Muchos anticipatos.
G
After a full day on the road and sea on Saturday we arrived at the preposterously remote rock fortress that is Manor Park Studio spoiling for a night of smasholity, and that is indeed what we achieved. Sunday had been meant to be our start day, but was rendered a full day of absolutely fuck all, which we gladly wasted with a day out at Giant’s Causeway, the one point on the globe where at which geology and Zeppelin intersect.
Following a thoroughly well earned night of self abuse, we got cracking on the Monday morning with the drums. Setup (in which Ry’s Yamaha kit was constructed, and then bastardised with Neal’s impressive new DW kit into a monstrous DamahaW mutant) was done in record time, and by the time we reached the end of Wednesday all the drums had been tracked, which put us ahead of schedule, even allowing for the loss of day one. This is a very good thing indeed, and fair play to Ry for the upping of the game, and fair play to whichever factor (or combination thereof) is responsible for the way that these tracks are sounding like being pelted with hot steam irons by a gang of surly youths. Inside a mountain.
Bass started amid hangovers on Thursday, and Richie has whipped through it with jaw-droppingly gay abandon, and it sounds like a 3-ton baboon farting through a 4-ton loudhailer thanks to the recording debut of his shit kicking Orange AD200 head and Neal’s tasty Stingray. Once again we find ourselves eating up the schedule, and by the end of today we’ll have got all the bass in the can (on the disk?). This will call for some heroic drinking followed by the onset of guitar fun tomorrow.
Current plans for the guitar setup have me pretty fucking excited. We’re going to try hooking up the usual Marshall TSL head through a couple of different cabs, and then get a second head (of type as yet undecided) running in parallel to two more different cabs in another room, so each guitar will be playing through 2 amps and 4 cabs at any one time. This should allow us to pull out the same tones that we love from Action Potential, but with something extra to add a bit of.... well, I guess we’ll find out what we can add once we start messing around with it. Muchos anticipatos.
G