My NME Application Letter

You may have seen this phenomenon on Facebook or even on the Guardian. It's an odd little game where you create your own album cover.

The instructions are as follows:

My Album Cover

1 - Go to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random. The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.

2 - Go to http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3. The last four or five words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.

3 - Go to http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days. The third picture (no matter what it is) will be your album cover.

4 - Use Photoshop or similar to put it all together.

5 - Post it to Facebook with this text in the "caption" and tag friends you want to join in.

The above is my effort.

Myriocin is some kind of amino acid, and I can't remember where the quote was from.

I'm not quite sure what kind of music the band would make. Myriocin sounds a bit like a rubbish US nu-metal band. I like to think it would be some kind of experimental post-punk outfit, possibly from Oregon. They supported Fugazi for a while, but split up after one of the band members went to jail, and one became a bishop.

Their influence can be heard in thrush-song and the whirring of washing machines. Myriocin are cruelly ignored in music circles, but music cuboids love them. Their only single (taken from this album) was thirty-five seconds long - most of which was the lead singer (Val Khamph) struggling to count to four. It was called H-h-h-h-how About This One?

If you can find a vinyl copy in decent condition, it can fetch up to fifty pounds on eBay.

Val Khamph - by this point Bishop Khamph - did release a solo album a couple of years ago: Bricks. It was inspired by the experimental techniques of late-period Scott Walker. Walker once recorded the sound of someone pummelling raw meat. Khamph used the sounds of someone pummelling Scott Walker.

The Bishop is currently serving an eight-year prison sentence. His mother has written a biography of her wayward son called "Mine Khamph", but the book's publication has been halted by some litigious Nazi sympathisers.

The irony of the whole affair is that many of Khamph's solo tracks were recorded using Nazi synthesizers.

Which sounds quite similar.