Yes, we’ve been on tour in the UK, and, yes, we’ve been ignoring the website, and, yes, we’ve been representing the United States with the bearing and dignity that one would expect of a bunch of toddlers who have been armed with amplifiers and an almost unquenchable thirst for the more alcoholic of the world’s beverages. We will, of course, deliver a thoroughly saturated report on this little whirlwind tour of ours once we’ve set foot on American soil and finally stopped sobbing with relief. Because, you see: this is tiring, this swooping around England like some kind of tripartite incarnation of Santa Claus, bestowing our musical gifts ‘pon the Brits, the beautiful Brits, their eyes aglow with the sort of wonder that we, the members of We Are Scientists, haven’t known since 12th grade health class, when the anatomical differences between males and females were finally made at least moderately clear (we are burdened, still, with so, so many questions). In any case, we know it’s time to go home, because Natalie – our tour manager and overseer and best friend in all of Britain – clearly hates us now and wants to see us either shipped off to the States or investigated, cranially, with mallets.
But, yes, guys, the tour has been a startling success, and we’ve basically been wanting to kiss everybody over here full on the lips, so: thanks England. Thanks for Reading and Leeds festivals, which were the musical equivalent of a full-body massage, but, like a full-body massage that actually gets *inside* the body and flips all kinds of excruciatingly mind-blowing orgasm buttons, and also you’re drunk. And thanks for coming to the shows in numbers heretofore unseen by these here We Are Scientists, kids congregating like Romero-style zombies who have finally breached the fortified walls of the last human stronghold, pouring into every WAS-housing venue and dancing a macabre hipster zombie dance. And, especially, thanks for hooking us up with the inimitable Roland Shanks, a band for whom our love is overflowing, literally, onto our shoes. Expect a full detailed report on these fellows in the near future, when we’ll get into the gritty details regarding why, since the RS boys got on board, our tour has had to be renamed “Doggin’ ‘n’ Froggin’ in the UK”. It gets dirty.