BOMB FACTORY

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			Disco Ringtone. March 2007. 01. Shoot To Kill 02. Idiot Box 03. Little Miss Hitler This demo is available to download for free. Alternatively you can stream the songs from our MySpace profile or request a free hard copy with artwork by emailing us your postal address. [A return to the tiny Zoo Audio in Milton and a day of sweaty noise-making. Tracks chosen were Shoot to Kill - our song about Stockwell which features a recording of a tube train at Stockwell. Ha! Idiot Box (subject matter covered in title) and the relatively new Little Miss Hitler (all about a slag of a co-worker with a world view plucked from 1973) also get a run out. A bit poppier, a little meatier at the same time, it's a demo which we're well chuffed with. So there.]
			White Noise! White Noise! White Noise! [In The Heads Of The Girls And The Boys] July 2006. 01. Shoot To Kill 02. Call Centre 03. God Loves Us And He Hates You 04. All There Is To Do 05. Burn Cambridge Burn The fantastic artwork is by Alex Curtis at Thr33 Designs. [When we were invited to record a session for Cambridge’s 209 Radio, we didn’t really know what to expect. We were told to meet at a scout hut where we were given an hour to rip through the set and try and sound half decent. We did just that and heard the session a couple of weeks later on the radio. We picked out the best bits and decided to put it out to our legion of fans. Having got a night of free recording done, we felt we could afford to spend vast amounts of cash on producing the cd. The band is now even further in debt.]
	Demo. April 2005. 01. Stevie Smith: Teenage Terrorist 02. Pop Sluts 03. God Loves Us And He Hates You This demo is available to download for free. [After the farce of the last recording adventure we picked another studio. We found Zoo Audio which could only be accessed by winding our way through a shed. We felt more at ease in this ramshackle environment and we ploughed through the three tracks with ease. There were no audacious attempts to get five songs done; the name of the game was quality not quantity. This is our favourite demo so far and got lots of good reviews and plenty of gigs. It even sounded good played through a crap car stereo – RESULT. Oh, this was our first session with Mills on guitar – Dan had left for The North by this point.]
		Acoustic Stream... Recorded at The Living Room, CB2, Cambridge, on Thursday 16th March. [For a month we lost the services of our bassist. But while the Ron is away, the rest of Bomb Factory will play. We had been offered an acoustic gig at trendy underground music lung CB2 and thought we should give it a go. The line-up was Jack on screaming duties, Mills on manual guitar and David on the four-string ‘axe.’ The results of our foray into this strange world of wooden music can be listened to here. It’s surprisingly not that shit.]
		Dear Cambridge La La La….[Compilation Album] November 2005. 01. Edge Of The World - Cosycosy 02. Quilty - The Furious Sleep 03. No Jail For Thought - Princess Drive 04. God Loves Us And He Hates You - Bomb Factory [Our attempt to force ourselves and three like-minded bands onto our neighbours, and it actually worked. The other bands were The Furious Sleep, Cosycosy and Princess Drive. We booked a cellar with a bar called…erm…Cellar Bar and all of us rocked it. Thankfully, 100 people turned up to fill the room. Many copies were dished out and many more ended up on the front of REPEA*T fanzine. We had punctured the apathy bubble.]
		Untitled. August 2004. Tracks recorded: Call Centre God Loves Us And He Hates You Stevie Smith: Teenage Terrorist Fat With That [AGAIN- still wank.] Limbo City [Our third visit to the barn and our first with the added guitar might of Dan. We had changed a lot since the last time we were in. Having gigged hard and fast, those rough rolls of fat hanging off the edges had been hacked back. Unfortunately, the flash gear in the studio wasn’t quite so flash anymore and didn’t work for most of the day. We rushed through five songs and mixing and the finished CD was a massive disappointment. Let’s never speak of it again.]
		Nightbus/Baghdad Ska. Split single with Attila the Stockbroker. April 2004. [Ahh..the single. I think we all agree this came a bit too soon for us. The best we had to offer the legendary REPEA*T label was a massively out of time Nightbus. I know its punk and everything but listening back to this is a bit of a car crash experience, and they’re never fun. But, it’s great to have a bit of Bomb Factory white vinyl. In a few decades time at least one of us will use this as a prop for tedious stories about ‘granddad being a rock ’n’ roller.’]
		Point Your Gun [Demo] October 2003. 01. I Went into the Boardroom 02. Nightbus 03. Blow it up, Burn it Down, Kick it Till it Breaks [In the early days, we were knocking up ‘songs’ in less than an hour. We wanted to record some of the new numbers so a return to the plush barn was booked. At this stage we are still a trio and pretty rough round the edges. Our attempt at making things sound “more live” in the mixing process was a bit of a disaster – you can barely hear ‘Jack’ at all, making it Jack Shit (HAHAHAHA, WHAT A GAG). Other tracks recorded at the day-long session were Fat With That again (it was still wank) and Fame Atrocity, which sounds a bit like Hey Mickey.]
		Three Track Demo. May 2003. 01. Fat With That 02. Burn Cambridge Burn 03. The Baseball Caps Are Waiting [A converted barn in the centre of a deserted village proved to be the surreal setting for our first recording session. Inside, the walls of expensive equipment and endless microphones were an interesting contrast to the cramped garage where we had originally smashed the songs into shape. We were in there for a day and ‘laid down’ five songs – the flabby off cuts were Not for Sale (which included the worst drumming ever recorded) and an early version of Limbo City. We were just drums, bass and vocals at this point. The demo was shite but it got us our first gig so it served its purpose. How about that title, eh? We may as well have called it: This Is A Compact Disc.]