Charity Auction
August 13, 2010, 8:59 pm
Filed under: WHEAT

Hello there,

How is everybody?

Thought I’d alert you all to an eBay auction that’s a-happening…

It’s on behalf of the good people that organise Cardiff’s Woodstick festival. That took place last weekend and raised a load of cash for the charity Cardiac Risk in the Young (, and we thought we’d chime in and try and help a little ourselves by, er, exploiting you and your generosity.  Which is kind of altruistic, right?  Either way, it’s for a great cause, so please feel free to tuck whatever cash you have in our filthy g-strings of charity as we wiggle and grind our philanthropic foo-foos in your face.  Yeah!

There are two auctions, one for the vinyl test-pressing of our last album and the other for a test-pressing of our most recent EP… These are genuinely really rare as there’s only a few of them in existence, so hopefully at least one of you will find them attractive…

Thanks guys!


December 23, 2009, 1:25 pm

Hello there.  What follows is my predictable list of mostly white people playing guitars that I’ve enjoyed this decade cut and pasted directly from Pitchfork.  I know it’s a cop-out, but it felt wrong leaving out so many significant albums, so I left it as a Top 30.  It’s still bothering me how many other good records could go in the list too.  But I did spend ages on it, I promise.  Taking a photo on Photobooth took nearly as long as well.  Who knew it was so easy to make yourself look like a paedophile?  I tried out a variety of poses, but settled for the burglar-doing-a-poo look, which I think I pull off rather well, thank you very much.  Oh, and I tried to compile a Spotify playlist to go alongside my list, but half the albums weren’t on there, so you’ll just have to fill in the blanks yourself or take my word for it and go and buy them… Enjoy.

Best of Decade

Wilco: Yankee Hotel Foxtrot
Life Without Buildings:  Any Other City
Mogwai: Rock action
Califone: Quicksand/ Cradlesnakes
Sun Kil Moon: Tiny Cities
Jim O’Rourke: Insignificance
Low: Things We Lost in the Fire
The Magnetic Fields: 69 Love Songs
Yo La Tengo: And Then Nothing Turned Itself Inside-Out
Grandaddy: The Sophtware Slump
Deerhoof: Milkman
Modest Mouse: The Moon and Antarctica
LCD Soundsystem: Sound of Silver
Why?: Elephant Eyelash
The Mountain Goats: Tallahassee
Super Furry Animals: Songbook (Yes, I know…)
Sufjan Stevens: Illinois
Radiohead: Kid A
Bloc Party: Silent Alarm
Microphones: The Glow Pt.2
Joanna Newsom: Ys
Smog: A River Ain’t Too Much to Love
Cat Power: You Are Free
Animal Collective: Feels
The National: Boxer
Arcade fire: Funeral
Fiery Furnaces: Gallowsbird’s Bark
Jens Lekman: Oh You’re So Silent Jens
Wolf parade: Apologies to the Queen Mary
Broken Social Scene: You Forgot It In People

LC! Covers
May 8, 2009, 6:32 am
Filed under: CHAFF

Here’s a cover of ‘Broken Heartbeats…’ by one of our Venezuelan friends…

PRETTY good.


Bastard Campesinos!
April 7, 2009, 4:11 am
Filed under: CHAFF


“Don’t Bore Us, Get to the Chorus”
March 25, 2009, 1:21 am
Filed under: WHEAT

Greetings from the control room.  In response to some casual e-pokings from G-Diz and a promise to my parents that I’d contribute to our blog, thought I’d detail some of the goings-on down here.  We’re about 7 tracks (probably about halfway) into our over-thought, over-long, over-the-top sophomore album, and I’m thinking this is probably going to be our “Coke Album” what with the track-numbers piling up, egos a-flailing and a Gallagher-sized sense of misplaced belief in our own band.  Sadly though (for you) there’s not a sniff of white powder in sight, so it might not be as bombastic as we’d all hope… (though i’m sure if we went searching in the cracks of the SSL board here at Carriage House we’d find enough to make Be Here Now 2).  So it’s probably gonna be more of a “Diet Coke Album”.  Anyway, here’s some photos:

The desk:


Some pedals of ours and John’s:

The compressors, pre-amps, EQs and effects rack:


Main room:


Drum room:


Not sure how insightful i can be about our recording process, but generally we get a live rhythm section track down with bass, guitars and drums, and then we build up the extra arrangements/overdubs on top of that.  We’re trying some new things (for us) this time around too, messing about with drum machines/samples, building tracks that way, and it’s hopefully gonna yield some interesting results.  John’s been great as usual though, really enjoy working with him… everything’s very easy and exciting all the time which creates a great atmosphere to work in.  I don’t want to get any more boring about the whole process, so if anyone has any extra questions about what’s happening, feel free to ask.  But, yeah, i’m really delighted with the way the tracks are coming together: we’re getting some really great sounds, Gareth’s vocal parts have been really good so far, and i’m very much looking forward to people hearing the results of all this… the songs are the product of about a year’s-worth of ideas and vague melodies sung into dictaphones on sleepless nights (in accordance with all things clichéd), and it’s still gonna be a while before anything’s released which is a bit frustrating, but hopefully our excitement will last until then.


Now I guess in the spirit of John’s best motto so far (“Don’t bore us, get to the chorus”), here’s the real juicy part of this post:  Upon arriving in the control room today and sitting down to work (tinker with my Fantasy Football team), i noticed a rather unpleasant smell in the room.  I, naturally, checked myself first, and on twisting to check my underside, noticed a small, knobbly turd (now slightly squashed) next to me on the sofa.  This, despite what rumours you might hear, is not normal fare for a Los Campesinos! morning, as i rarely sit in other people’s shite.  However, my disgust quickly turned to delight when i realised that this was going to make my first blog post all the more interesting… everyone loves a good poo-squashing story.  Anyway, I’m not sure who the culprit is, so i’m putting up pictures of the likely offenders in the hope of shaming them all.

Poo (slightly squished at the side where i sat in it):


The suspects:







Tom x