At the invitation of the nice people at SexRoom Sessions, we played our very first acoustic session in Clermont-Ferrand (France) while we were on tour at Europavox Festival. In what was a very cosy environment, we managed to fit ourselves, 3 guitars, some interesting magazines and a French crowd of music lovers. Thanks to SexRoom and Mary Regnier-Machado for arranging everything. There'll be some more acoustic music in future, we promise. Enjoy...

The Good The Bad have been confirmed to play the inaugural Cherry Cola Crawl Festival hosted by 'Cherry Cola', the revered London club night on 24th September 2011. Appearing alongside dignitaries from London's legendary music community including Steve Cradock (Paul Weller, Ocean Colour Scene), The Animals and Steve Diggle (The Buzzcocks), it will be TGTB's first UK appearance this year after recording their second album and touring Europe over the summer months.

Visit the website here for more info.

Buy tickets here.

More news soon...

2010 has now been sent hurtling in to history, remembered by a few thousand people across Europe for ending with some ringing in the ears. This was because TGTB accompanied BRMC on tour across Denmark, Germany and France over December. Two nights in Frankfurt were sandwiched with The Grey Hall in Copenhagen and the Elysee Montmartre in Paris, France.

Thanks to BRMC, Grant Gelt, Anna Howard and Thomas Baigneres for making it happen. And Peter Hayes for helping to fix our guitar which got bust in the French soundcheck.

BRMC in soundcheck

TGTB in soundcheck with Peter Hayes (BRMC)

Doors are open

BRMC

Here's a French review...

For our recent tour of London (21-24th October), it took as long to get there as it would if we were going to New York. This is what we think about that. Upon our eventual arrival we headed straight to Denmark Street for our tremendous album launch show, followed by a quick trip to see John Kennedy at Xfm. We played three tracks, had a little chat and this is what it sounded like:

Many thanks to John Kennedy, Xfm X-Posure, Lenny George, Charlie at Capital Sound, Kate Booker and The Cut Outs for lending us their guitar when we broke a flippin' string.

We're on our way to London as we type... we've been sat on the airport runway for 3 hours because a bird flew in the engine. Easyjet really should change their name.

Tonight we play the first of our album launch shows on Denmark Street, Soho. The Facebook page is here.

Straight after our show we head immediately for Leicester Square to play a session for John Kennedy on Xfm X-Posure, we'll be on just after midnight and you can listen live online on the Xfm website.

We play John Kennedy's 'The Remedy' show tomorrow night at Tooting Tram & Social...

We travelled to Amiens last weekend to play at Lunes Des Pirates for the Nuit Blanches Festival. Not without a quick stop off at Le Crazy Horse of course. Managing to defy the French strikes which had crippled most of Paris, it was a great weekend. Gwen on the lights, Sebastien on the stage, Fabienne, Dounia and Elsa for looking after us. We even managed to get to look at the cathedral. It's a great little town. Here's some video of what happened:

You've read the script, now here's the film.

In what is now a fuzzy blur of a week, we can only remember amazing shows with musical dignitaries, stealing someones bike for a photoshoot, hanging out at Jack White's pop-up record store, joining a search party looking for Barley the dog, finding toilet seats shaped like guitars, crashing Tom Morello's not-so-secret afterparty, drinking 20 tequilas and 20 frozen margaritas in two hours, and the rest you can find out about in our previous blog postings.

It doesn't matter how little sleep you get whilst there, being in any one place at SXSW you are (by default) missing sixty plus other great shows elsewhere. Wayne Kramer said it best: "Take it easy. But take it". We took as much as we could and we left wanting more. Until next time Austin, you're an ace city and special crowd for sure.

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Sunday at SXSW is never complete without a sojourn to SoCo (South Congress). Resultantly, we ended up at Guero's (where Tarantino filmed the opening scenes of Death Proof), clocking up a bill of 20 tequilas and 19 frozen margaritas with Nathan and Erica, ran into Austin's favourite son Leslie Cochran (oh and Val Kilmer was hanging around) and then had a few more tequilas. It doesn't really matter what you do, SXSW never feels complete. Wayne Kramer said it best: "Take it easy. But take it". Until next time Austin. You've been a wonderful audience.

We were greeted by the most un-Austin-like and offensive European weather on Saturday. As we prepared for our seventh and final show of six days at South by South West 2010, we donned the coats we had only packed for the re-entry home and braved 6th street for the last time before our official House Of Songs showcase at Momo's later that evening.

There was no time like the present to quickly snap up presents for the loved ones back home, but all we could find were toilet seats shaped like guitars and pianos shaped like bins.

Momo's was a great setting for our last gig in town, thanks all those who saw us out with a bang. Needless to say, afterwards we were well and truly spent. So we saved what we had left for one last hurrah and an all-dayer on South Congress the next day...

In a successful attempt to make ourselves exhausted, short-tempered and ill we decided to play three shows in one day. That day was today, Friday. It started off like a scene from a zombie horror movie as we zig zagged our way across Red River at the ungodly hour of 12 midday in order to reach Lambert's for our second House Of Songs showcase.

Awaiting us was the unflappable Troy and Leroy, who set us up immediately while coffee was poured down Johan's neck on-stage. Warming up for Kashmir, we went about waking the rest of Austin's walking dead out of their stupor, met with the DJBFA and various familiar faces before making the most of our only break in the day with a gargantuan mountain of chicken salad at Jo's on 2nd Street - recommended.

Next up was another trip over the river. The usual taxi shenanigans played out until a cuddly, upbeat smirk-monger of a man named Sheikh picked us up and regaled us with sordid but highly unlikely tales of girls getting undressed in his cab and how the local ladies call him 'Sheikh and Bake'.

We were dropped off way up South 1st street at Freddie's Place for an outside show at Chase Frank's Hot Whisky Mixer. Off the beaten track, we perused the vintage stores, stole someones bike for a photoshoot, looked for a missing dog called Barley, got a smile and a wave from a jovial lady in a pink velour tracksuit outside Austin Mortuary Service and waited at least 15 minutes to cross a road before being fantastically welcomed into the fold by Chase and Alberto.

The friendly crowd at Freddie's, including Glynn (an old friend of Manoj's), made us feel very at home, to the point where we didn't want to leave. But we had to, fast...

We finished up at 5pm and immediately had to rush straight back downtown to The Music Gym for our Danish Dynamite
showcase, ably hosted by Christian from Slaraffenland. (Big thanks to Alberto for weaving in amongst the Austin traffic to get us there on time)

So after three shows in five hours, two of us collapsed in a heap back at the apartment and the rest of us headed on out to the Jail Guitar Doors SXSW finale at The Ghosthouse. It was epic. Billy Bragg, Chris Shiflett, Get Cape Wear Cape Fly, Boots Reilly, Mike Mills from REM and Lisa Kekaula from the Bell-Rays joined Tom Morello and Wayne Kramer on stage as they locked axes in a guitar battle which had to be seen to be believed, pumping out MC5 classics such as Looking At You and Kick Out The Jams.

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Lo and behold, as if that wasn't enough for one day, word got around about an afterparty (courtesy of Tom) around the corner. Involving less than the average amount of cat-n-mouse chicanery usually associated with such bombastic scenarios, we got in, and were rewarded with pizza galore, blue lagoons, purple haze, red lights and a chance meeting with uber-producer Dangermouse, who went home happier than anyone else with a TGTB CD in his jacket pocket.