Clangers and Mash: What's on the Menu?

The Clangers
Perfect Fit – 
I wrote this little tune in two hours, sitting in Victoria Park in the sunshine. It’s only got four chords on it ‘cos I’d just learnt the ukulele and that’s all I could play at the time. Clangers features two mixes of this - the original one we gave away as a free download last year and the radio edit.
So Worn Out in the Bedroom – 
This track showcases my equally virtuosic talents on the radiator, metal bin and, of course, the notoriously complex stylophone.
Petite Cacahuete – 
We recorded this song, written for my sister Kit (my Little Peanut), during the original ‘All the Ghosts’ sessions at Real World. Sound wizard Robert Harder breathed new life into the mix and we decided to give its first material outing.
Midnight Oil - 
This is a track from our third album 'Between Me and the Wardrobe', and one we still enjoy playing as part of our live set, often unplugged. Again, this a capella version was recorded as part of the original 'All the Ghosts' sessions.

The Mash
Perfect Fit - 
I’ve been a proper fan of both Mr Solo and Voluntary Butler Scheme for some time, but nothing could’ve prepared me for the joy of this cover; it’s as if David Bowie has taken all of my favourite childhood toys for a sunny picnic in a swimming pool and they’re happily jamming through our single. Yum.
My Mini and Me – 
I’ve had the honour if working with Seb as producer of previous album ‘Between Me and the Wardrobe.’ He has wise ears and magic hands. Here, he’s transformed what was a kind of roadtrip bluesromp into a stark, mind-blowing escape plea.
My Narrow Man – 
I always write too many words. In this near-instrumental, Girl After Shower have just used three of them, and it’s lovely.
So Worn Out – 
My soft spot for banging drum and bass goes back to my Uni days, jumping up and down in the sweaty cellar dives of Newcastle’s backstreets, hands waving through fug, feet sticking to floor. Many of these occasions were in the company of banging supertalent and longtime friend Temper D, and it’s a proper treat to have him reinvent my 2am Hackney homeward song with his tummy shuddering beats.