Some Toad Records News Updates
In advance of the official release dates for Song, by Toad Records things there has been a slow and steady trickle of good news from the media outlets to whom we have submitted our stuff.
We just found out last night that both Stuart Maconie and Gideon Coe have played songs from the Meursault album which is, frankly, fucking brilliant.
Is This Music? have given both Meursault and eaglowl records fantastic reviews, so massive thanks to both Ed and Brian for those.
Crack Magazine gave the Meursault album a really positive review (scroll down a bit) and eagleowl’s Sleeptide was featured in Word Magazine as one of the favourite songs on the office stereo this month, and were also featured by the Scotsman as one of Scotland’s best unsigned bands.
Apparently the Nightjar record is going to be the Single of the Issue in the next edition of Beatmag – ie at the top of this page – but I don’t want to jinx it by being prematurely delighted. Big thanks to Thomas for his enthusiasm – it’s much appreciated.
We’ve had some really positive blog reviews for the eagleowl stuff from The Next Big Thing, for Nightjar from Landcroft House, and for Rob St. John from Eaten By Monsters, so thanks to Brother Randall, Rob and Tom respectively for those.
I have to point out that the eagleowl and Rob St. John records are not Song, by Toad releases, just friends who we helped with their promo effort, in terms of mailing lists, envelope stuffing, some format advice and things like that. So I really don’t want to give the impression that I am trying to steal their thunder because I haven’t made a particularly big contribution to the success of either record. They’re both just friends, so I’m pleased for them, that’s all.
So, we’re nearly ready for the official release date of the Meursault album (at the Toad Christmas Party on the Friday 5th), complete with new, super minimal art packaging as designed by the band themselves (fucking art students), I reckon we should be a cool couple of million in the black by the end of… oh, stop it, you know what I mean.
Rob St. John – Paper Ships (Live Demo)
Nightjar – Poor Man’s Son
Eagleowl – Know By Now
Meursault – Nothing Broke (Demo)
Oh, and according to the Guardian folk music is about to make a comeback. Gosh, we might just be onto something here. What a bunch of cutting edge hipsters those Guardian folks are.
this is all really positive. but expected. they all deserve such attention. well done all.
Shut up and get on with your album!
I’m getting on with it. slowly. but it’s moving. it should all be done before february.
It better be. Or you might just have a less-than-welcome backing vocalist. Great album credits though: Euan – Piano & Vocals, Baby Steinberg – hysterical screaming.
haha. i wondered where you were going there. i like things like that though. and no doubt neil could mix it into some sort of background noise! but i’m trying.
eagleowl……are they any good…should i check them out…..
Nah mate, they’re shit.
Brilliant news. It is undoubtedly deserved, but I’ve seen very very decent Scottish bands get ignored by the mainstream UK press before so this should definitely not get taken for granted.
Good work Matthew and all involved.
Eagleowl?
They’re a bit sweary. I think they might be some of those nasty Gangster Rapper types.
i’ve seen the ginger ganster one hanging around……scares me
Cheers Milo. I am hoping the impending Blog Spam will also yield some results, but we’ll see. I am really interested to see which makes the biggest difference in terms of generating actual sales. There’s definitely been a small increase this last week.
Oh congrats, congrats! All well deserved I’m sure too. And with ginger gangsters on board you’ll be sure to see the money in no time, no time at all.
Great stuff.
Caught James Yorkston, Pictish Trail and Rozi Plain last night, playing to an ‘intimate’ audience of 23.
People down these parts clearly haven’t been reading their Guardians. Fortunately, the ‘crowd’ was enthralled throughout, and all three seemed to have fun (“we’ve played to bigger, but worse, crowds”) and were fucking awesome (and lovely people).
Twenty fucking three. Christ on a bike people depress me sometimes. It’s not like those guys are obscure, exactly.