Thanks For All the Fish


Thanks For All the FishThe lights go out, but the beat goes on! In a unique display of artistic savour faire and displaying extraordinary je ne sais quoi, Martin Gordon releases his cri de coeur: Thanks For All the Fish.

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Who is he? A personal friend of James Bond, Martin Gordon began his career as bassist with the American band Sparks. Thrown out for reading the newspaper while rehearsing, he was subsequently rejected by Jet, discarded by Radio Stars, spurned by the Rolling Stones, sneered at by Primal Scream, belittled by Kylie Minogue, ignored by Blur and accused of being a fashion victim by Boy George. He began a solo career in 2003 and has not looked back since, although he will not say why. His career has, to date, been a complete failure.

What’s Thanks For All the Fish about? Well, let’s see. A postman once told me that everything is entertainment, including politics and science. Even reality is entertainment. But blimey, we’ve seen this bit of reality before, let’s see what’s on the other channel. What can mankind, including women, do about the creeping omnipotence of amusement? Flee the planet, just like the dolphins in the Hitchhikers Guide? The aliens will no doubt welcome us with open tentacles, given that we’re so welcoming and friendly and just so damn nice.

Thanks For All the Fish taps into the existence-challenging Trump/Brexit zeitgeist. Follow the central character Percy the perceptive and proudly-poofy puffin as he careens from one human-designed disaster to the next before finally making the Ultimate Choice.


    1. Idiots: I like a bit of a curve on a banana. Not too bendy, of course, that would be ridiculous, but I’m certainly not going to let unelected bureaucrats in Stalag Luft VII dictate the curvature of my fruit! The British idiot is the finest idiot in the entire world!
    2. Political Correctness Gone Mad: Things have changed since I was a lad, I don’t know what it’s all coming to, to be frank. Chuck ’em all out!
    3. Thanks For All the Fish: Me and my puffin pals are off, see you!
    4. Bad Guys (Sad): It’s obvious there are no bigly choices to be made. It’s either/or, and this is clearly written in black and white. It’s as clear as the driven snow, there is no nigger in the woodpile here.
    5. UnPresidented: Unfortunately this one has lost its flavour on the bedpost overnight.
    6. The Beast of Ankara: He crept up from behind on innocent Germans and they didn’t hear him coming. This former Radio Stars tune deserved updating.
    7. The Weekend is Wunderbar: And then the trousers come down, the Instamatics come out, the nude bathing is mandatory and the sparkling wine is drunk. How please?
    8. Half a Chicken: Answer this penetrating question and get a music career. The winner of this show wins (a) half a million quid or (b) half a chicken. Send in your SMS to this premium number right away!
    9. Jalapeño: Hot-blooded senoritas are the least of our worries, of course, but you gotta watch those spices. Eye-watering, some of them…
    10. Dump the Trump: Elsewhere he offers to kick down the door while you are taking a dump, but we mean a different kind of dump here.
    11. No Thank You: There are many things that we do not want, and they are listed here.
    12. Tiny Mind: Up with this I cannot put. It’s going to drive us all insane. Or me, at any rate.
    13. God’s Not Great: Ganesh is the one for me. A blue flute-playing elephant? There’s lovely for you.
    14. Grim: The end of life as we know it. Too much sitting, lentils, that sort of thing. Better luck in recall, if there is one.
    15. Coda: Anyway, goodbye.

Lyric Sheet:

Remember lyric sheets? With every copy of TFATF ordered directly from Radiant Future Records, you’ll get one. For nothing! Blimey, anyone would think we were all socialists or commies or something. Proudly professionally printed, droolingly designed to perfectly partner the album artwork, it also fits snugly into the back of Words in Your Shell-Like – yes, it’s A5, folks.

The lyric sheet is your ideal companion for that perfect evening of apocalyptic misogyny and rapacious hoovering up of resources. And of course the lyric sheet will be signed personally by the creator (that’s Gordon, not God). The lyric sheet will not be available with regular on-line purchases through Amazon and their ilk, nor their elk. Don’t be left out!

Deja Vu All Over Again

And for those who like continuity, not only is Gordon once again playing his trademark Rickenbacker 4003 on this album, Thanks For All the Fish was mastered by the same engineer responsible for the defining Rickenbacker bass sound all those years ago on Kimono My House, namely Richard Digby Smith. Fishy guests this time around include Adrian Stout from the Tiger Lillies, brandishing his electric saw, and members of the Polkaholix and the Berliner Staatskapelle.