Not your typical conversation at the Post Office, but the Rothley brach is a particularly robust one. It started with the daily visits Ted makes to post Nasty Packs to our growing extended Nasty family.
The interaction is brief, unless the pack is going to a far-flung location (Bangalore led to a 2 minute conversation in which Ted only managed to mumble the names of fruit). Each time Ted recites the contents of the pack for the customs declaration.
"Compact Disc. Papers. Photos. Seeds. Badges. Doll's Shoes."
She never gives a hint of reaction. Never asks. Never accepts the response of "the same as yesterday." Both Pete and Sydd have lost their shit whilst on a pack-posting run and had to absent themselves from future missions. But Ted finds it soothing.
But she has clearly seen the website. Engaged with social media. Seen.
"Where the living fuck-mother did all those strange raccoon videos come from?"
It seems odd to hear obscenities at a Post Office counter. Well at least, odd to hear them on THAT side of the counter.
Well, this is the full skinny.
SexyBack is out soon. Indeed the double A sided single is already at Distrokid being woven into the streaming services for a November release.
And the video made to accompany it, that did in fact result in the local constabulary being called by a highly agitated neighbour features raccoonish behaviour.
So we've seeded 20s clips that take some of the video and splashed them onto the interweb as a prelude, tease and taster. There are five in all. You have three here, have you seen them all?
But.... to respond to the point. "Where the living fuck-mother did all those strange raccoon videos come from?" They come from our computer. They exist because we like raccoons and we want your engagement. We crave your interest. Your precious attention.
SexyBack is coming.
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