93 Feet East, 20th March 2006: Videos of Diceman, live and kicking, and Let's Drink, sleek and smooth.

Dublin Castle, 6th May 2006: Live Videos of classic Ukrainian anthems Chon Buri and Late Night, plus the new acoustic number The Things You Love. 

Directed by Ms. Tilly Winter


 

Most of our demo was done at Forbes' yard near Abbey Road, but bam went sam at the studio while the rest of the band ate, passed unnecessary judgement and tried not to touch anything.  (Rosie's gona kiiiiiill me!)



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Moustaches on fingers after Hope and Anchor. Naturally.

NICK - 27/11/05
Having too much time on my hands has led to this lovely, if a little bizarre, review of our gig at the Hope & Anchor on 24th October. The review was posted on www.oppositiont.co.uk which seems to regularly review new bands in London.

Hotel Ukraine
Mon 24 October 2005       
@ Hope and Anchor

Impressive cabaret silliness.
Regular bass is on leave, but tonight it's a two-girl, two-boy combo. Male vocal fronts up, hysterical chewed-up melodies. Guitar sounds frill and slash, with solos that fizz and needle pick. Bass paces with cat-creep deliberation, rhythms are cool ska and reggae. Lyrically, Hotel Ukraine seem to be concerned with poking sly digs at our humdrum lifestyles: "Different punchline, but the same old joke"; "Wrapped up in our lost days"; "All you do is what they told you to"; and "Late night turning into early morning".
I think that Hotel Ukraine are aiming at a culturally-broad pop-noir, but the outcome is more a cute quirkiness. Their pub-ska cover of Dylan's "It's all over now, baby blue" is quite simply bizarre. A strange blend of Bauhaus and Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band, not a million miles from contemporaries The Mules. Hotel Ukraine are an establishment you need to check out.
                                                                                  Author: RF

Come on there must be a die-hard who wants this masterful creation of Tilly's as a wallpaper? I know I do.
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ah, memories of spending hours 'recording' songs on a 4-track eighties robot machine only to find the little red light hadn't gone on. Such classics as Higher Education and Monkey Nuts, written by sunstroked and wine-tickled Anya and Maia and played digustingly on a semi-melted guitar, were somehow committed to magnetic ribbon and god willing, will stay there never to emerge.
 
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