It's All Good News - A Blog by twothirtytwo

twothirtytwo are a post melodic alt-rock band from Aldershot, UK. In an effort to utilise their time they have scraped together their educated minds, drenched in unimportant scribblings, hooked on 80’s and 90’s references, and have written some songs. twothirtytwo perform catchy little ditties to form the perfect soundtrack to your apocalypse.

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Good day one and all. Those loveable scamps over at Punktastic are graciously hosting the video for our new single 'Stray'. The cinematic experience sees 5 man shouting incoherently in a dark room, clutching to what little dignity they once possessed... it's definitely a twothirtytwo video. Watch it with your nan.

'Stray' is out today, via the usual distribution channels/means of repression. Try the bandcamp it's pay what you like / free.

Video - http://punktastic.com/…/watch-the-new-twothirtytwo-video-f…/ Bandcamp - https://twothirtytwo.bandcamp.com/track/stray iTunes - https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/stray-single/id981863107 Spotify - https://open.spotify.com/album/5LeaWXDoqfggQTzd9i7iD6

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twothirtytwo at Sticky Mikes Frog Bar, Brighton 07/09/2014. Part of 'The Hope We Had' tour.

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twothirtytwo - The Hope We Had

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"a stunning about-face from a band of future chart-botherers"

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twothirtytwo - All I Want For Christmas is You

Evidently it's Christmas. Revel in it's commercial splendor. Suckle at the unending merriment. Wear a terrible jumper as an ironic, post-modern statement while you buy gifts for others that you'd hate to receive yourself, safe in the knowledge that Santa is bringing you an Xbox. Download a novelty cover of a pop-song by a band that you previously thought were above that sort of thing... we aren't. Or in other words... we dun covered Mariah. Observe: https://twothirtytwo.bandcamp.com/track/all-i-want-for-christmas-is-you

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belief into ourselves

The world spins, the people rot, poetry the arts fade re-establish and then become artefacts of bygone years. Most artists die like the rest of existence only to be resurrected as candy for a populous now hell bent on their own belief. Technology over takes thinking. It upsets the eyes, saturates the mind with expectancy. Leaving the cinema one thinks himself or herself in a movie, self importance takes hold. How will I become the next legend? Maybe rubble is all that we can swim in. Endless accosting of the opinion. Selfish eyes peering into our existence to see what they can gain from our plight, our nuances of existence. We rot in and around the TV. We cradle all our belief into ourselves, why bother with will when we can immerse ourselves into someone else's. Channels, endless channels. At some point we will lift our heads to breathe the pollution our bodies have created for our minds. No more thinking. Independence a notion of the past removed from time. Now present in our votes to will. Our only hope every other year to believe in something outside ourselves. Yes, no, who cares? Be gone schools of pity, trained to be a box. trained to be obsolete. Trained like cattle, herded in to exams, thoughts, ways of thinking, wishful of our downfall. All I have I spew onto the world. No more me, no more I, no more what ifs. Now, only now and these endless days.

Kindest Regards

twothirtytwo

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A nice positive review!

Twothirtytwo @ The Boileroom, Guildford. 29/06/2013

The crowd stood rampant in a state of sedate uncertainty anticipating what I've come to know as the horror that is twothirtytwo. Stood snug behind the steel barrier that clung to the stage, evidently erected to stifle the 'anarchy', I felt safe. Any attempt to circumvent the obstacle would result in a trip to A&E (frankly I was looking forward to the death of the frontman). The usual blasé approach ensued, the talented side of the gentry took the stage by force, wooing the crowd with their musicianship. Then I was swiftly assaulted by some twat with a megaphone! The gig was underway.

The evening was pleasant enough, wrapped in agony and sweat, my earplugs saved me from the nuances of their droning. The gents clattered into each other manically wielding their instruments as if to initiate some sort of pseudo-statement. To my horror twothirtytwo hurdled across the barrier spilling my tea and completely ruining my posture. Madness must have been in the air because everything around me started to gyrate uncontrollably, some sweaty haired atrocity flicked his hair in my face, greasing up my spectacles.

Raucous applause filled the fleeting moments between crazy ashcan rantings. Their 'sound' filled the room? left all bathed in sweat and has found my finest shirt on its way to the cleaners. I'll never drink tea again!

James Tenneson - New Human Zine

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Kids, constant fucking kids, and their shit storm of opinion.

The kind of have a go hard man entrenched in ego, drenched in testosterone, prowling the night to heckles of oblivion, dressed in luxuries constant wealth, daddy's new favourite son spat upon the floor. Distrustful champion in depth of detritus. Known well in youths eye for one in the same to spite shop windows in flux of vanity. Evidently poor of mind and hindered by youths haze. Beg soundless sleep for tomorrow they descend upon the town.

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Basingstoke Live met us with unending warmth.  The sweaty hugs in the 30+ degree tent were one thing but the disco lights installed by our Uncle Derek threatened to melt the cat gut strings on Alex Harrisons prized Danelectro guitar.  As is usually the case, Alex broke all of his guitars long before this became an issue. Our love affair with Basingstoke has left us with an unsightly rash, but fear not, we'll happily stare viral oblivion in the face to brave "Hampshire's Sorrow" once again! We love you basingstoke... you filthy, filthy *£$*(££".

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“By the end of the first song nobody was sat around and all hell broke loose. They are just tremendously good live! I'm not going to spoil why... but you get two shows simultaneously, that's probably the best way of describing it. There is essential audience participation, but it's fantastically good. You've got to go and see this lot, because when the industry get wind of what's going on they're going to take off. I'm just delighted that Aldershot has got an original band that's so brilliant, it's about blooming time! As an example, towards the tail end of the set the bass player jumped into the audience and put his bass on me and ran away! So I was left having to jam the last minute or so of their set having no idea what I was doing. But the music is really good. Normally with a good live band they cruise on the great live act rather than the music being any good but this lot have both sides sorted out. This lot are totally, totally going for it and they've got it in fact”. Toby Mearing – Radio Andra (Sweeden)

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Twothirtytwo enjoy dinosaurs. @232band

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Basingstoke Live 2013.  We had a blast.

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Out on the green

It was doubt that brought them close to the fire. Their hands icy, work stained and weary. Animals. Thoughtless in clothes whimsical skin. For each passing day their master. Too set with praise, towers and tales. Impatiently snug in protest night they drown. Animals. Destitute. Out on the green.

twothirtytwo.

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WOLVON.

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This is all kinds of Awesome. :)

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My lovely surprise letter from twothirtytwo. Loving all the Paperchase stationary.

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twothirtytwo @ The Agincourt, Camberley. 19/04/13

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Is it supposed to sound that shit?

We import the stripiest killer bees we can find and glue them to our cardboard cut-out Marshal amps in an effort to capture the blissful sound of agony that is twothirtytwo.  In short, yes :)