Played the Spitz last night. It was great. We rocked. The only real downside was the rider, which consisted of some potato wedges covered in something white and runny. Must remember to tell them I only eat spit-roasted game.

Came home to proceed with recordings for the EP. To add to my Sysiphian struggles, everything I recorded on Cubase is now covered in digital clicks. Someone up there is intent on stamping my balls into soup.