Les Mouches were last seen crossing over into the afterworld. That is to say, "it is not nice... they are dead." No more shows, no more recordings, no more no more no more. This is the sad, awful truth. Despite relentless optimism on their parts, everybody is too busy doing more interesting and worthwhile things to go back to the "cum in my mouth" flavourings of Les Mouches. Rob is busy pressing records for Blood Works and playing with From Fiction.
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Les Mouches were last seen crossing over into the afterworld. That is to say, "it is not nice... they are dead." No more shows, no more recordings, no more no more no more. This is the sad, awful truth. Despite relentless optimism on their parts, everybody is too busy doing more interesting and worthwhile things to go back to the "cum in my mouth" flavourings of Les Mouches. Rob is busy pressing records for Blood Works and playing with From Fiction. Matt is busy playing with Awesome and recording other people's records, including Colin Bergh and Matt's own stuff. Steph is planning to make music videos and films, and is also doing a lot of pin-making, poster making and t-shirt designs. Owen is doing Final Fantasy non-stop. Is this a sad turn of events? No. Although I personally think Les Mouches' finest moments occured rather late in it's life. All the best Les Mouches songs remain unrecorded. A DVD just resurfaced of our 2nd show ever (and our first in Toronto)... and it's remarkably similar to our last show ever (Pop Montreal last year.) In other words, were we really going anywhere? And furthermore, you have to ask yourself. Was it good? Was it bad? Or was it just goodbad?
