The Blood Arm Visits the Real Wales

After supporting our fabulous labelmates the Sunshine Underground in Leeds and Newcastle and witnessing the phenomenal Gossip at the Faversham in Leeds following the show, we and found ourselves (and our fabulous labelmates) freezing to death in the middle of a field in Wales. The field has a name: Llanfyllin (pronounced Shlannnnvosssshlin).

The countryfolk were kind, however, and provided us with beverage, shelter, amplifiers and a large bonfire on which to cook our freshly slain lambs. (The countryfolk provided us with freshly slaughtered lambs as well.) The show was a bizarre mix of hot and cold, with a few witches and the devil thrown in for good measure. All said, one of the weirdest nights of my life. We loved every freezing second of it.







I really love you, especially on our beginning-tonight-in-Edinburgh headlining tour,

Ben Lee Handler

Revelations, Like in the Movies

On the journey from Aberdeen to Glasgow this afternoon, we of the Blood Arm posse held a screening of the excellent Robert Rodriguez film From Dusk Till Dawn. In addition to teaching us that teenagers grow up a lot faster when abducted by murderers and forced into Mexican drinking establishments filled with blood-thirsty vampires (which, coincidentally, is how the Blood Arm came to be), the film also cast a keen light on George Clooney. To be precise: He talks exactly like Keith Murray, lead vocalist and guitar-man of We Are Scientists. And they look somewhat similar to boot.

Observe. Here’s George:


Now here’s Keith:


It’s uncanny, really.

Also Uncanny, the fun we had in Leeds, Newcastle, and Aberdeen. Some Highlights:

-The University Refectory, where our show took place, hosted some other legendary performances as well.


-We managed to get our dear friend Robert Willey kissed by a real-live girl.


-Dyan found me the best scarf ever on the ground in Newcastle. (Not the best ever: the neck lice that hitched a ride on the scarf.)


-The Aberdeen Music Hall is so beautiful we cried.


That’s all for now.

I love you,

Ben Lee Handler