International Women’s Day // New Song: The Caregiver

“One line, one home, one artery,
it’s work, it’s work, for a salary”

The Caregiver by youreonlymassive

To celebrate the occasion of International Women’s Day, we have made the song “The Caregiver” available for you to listen to. Enjoy.

Aus Anlass des internationalen Frauentags, machen wir das Lied “The Caregiver” für dich verfügbar. Viel Spaß beim Hören!

P.S. Here are the two facebook events for

our upcoming show in Rome:

and the show on March 26th at Monster Ronson’s in Berlin:

Dear Soldiers: Thank you for 2010

So many things happened in 2010, here are some pieces to the puzzle.

1. New Year’s Day: Trip to Sligo to work on the Audiodetour, released in July.

2. Off Plan, a New Version of the Orestia, written by Simon Doyle and directed by Rachel West / RAW Theatre, Project Arts Centre Dublin, February. Role of Cassandra: music & performance.

3. Ladyfest Munich: <3 to Munich and to all Ladyfesten.

4. Buddy Buddy The Musical. Coming in 2011. All images pre-production / rights reserved.

5. Disco-nnect at Heimatfestival in Potsdam:

6. Papergirl: Introducing a new version of Here Is Home for the trailer of Papergirl Berlin We also played a concert at the vernissage / opening party.

Trailer Papergirl #5 from CUTZ. on Vimeo.

7. Gleisdreieck Concert:

8. Sugar Shake Fan Video:

9.The Fourth Quarter Mixtapes:

Vol I
The Fourth Quarter by youreonlymassive

Vol II
The Fourth Quarter Vol II – “I’ll be right over” by youreonlymassive

10: Zum Schein Exhibition at Neurotitan im Haus Schwarzenberg, Mitte, Berlin.

11. The Open Door.
Footage: Concert in Berlin, 17.12.10 / Landing in Cork International Airport, 21.12.10

The Open Door from on Vimeo.

Thank you so much to all of our soldiers who gave us so much love and support in 2010. We can’t wait to sail into 2011 with you! If you haven’t already, you can sign up to our mailing list here and keep in touch.


Extra Crowdsurfing Shots from 2010!

Audiodetour Is Launched!

You’re Only Massive are very proud, excited and happy to launch “Audiodetour”, a site-responsive audio walk for two people, commissioned by The Model, Sligo.

You can get full details and instructions on how to take the tour and download the audio files at the website of The Model, Sligo:

The Model

A huge thank you to Aoife Flynn for making this all happen. Thank you to everyone at The Model in Sligo, especially Anne and Richard. Thank you to everyone we interviewed and the staff of the Ulster Bank, Sligo. Thank you to the lady who caught me (DM) as I slipped on the ice in January. Thank you to Séamus Murphy and John Murphy for invaluable field recordings. Thank you to Alisa Tretau and Rachel Ní Chuinn for testing the tour for us and giving us valuable feedback. Go raibh míle maith agaibh.

A final winter walk around the Lough, on the Southside of Cork City.

A final winter walk around the Lough, on the Southside of Cork City.

When I started at University College Cork, the southside of the City was as unfamiliar as any foreign street.

It often occurred to me on my journey to the college that , once I was across the South Channel of the river, I didn’t know what lay in the alleys and avenues all around.
I had no clue what short cuts or scenic routes, hiding places or flat areas for playing football, could be found.
Yet, this wasn’t a foreign City. It was the same Cork City.
The houses were the same and the people were the same, they were just built to a different map.

However, there is one thing they don’t have on the Northside:

The Lough, a giant pond, a miniature lake in the middle of the city. A sanctuary and home to hundreds of rare birds since the time of Cromwell. Frozen over on New Years Day, when this recording was made, we came on to the Lough from the west, from the UCC side, then turned right and did our circuit.
Click here to download it (Once again let me know how the RTF embedding works out for you.)

Along the way you can hear:

Liam showing us where he fell in as a child,
Young kids getting too close to the water, being pulled back,
A few birds taking their chances with the few thawed patches of water,
Various scraps of conversation between birds and people,
The ice “is like a coffee table, it’s that thick”,
Some spontaneous words from Liam,
Around 7.00 someone can be heard smashing the ice with a stick, eventually breaking through,
Soon after we met some Indian people who seemed delighted by the novelty of it all,
Next, the sound of stones and other debris being thrown on the ice plate can be heard,
The sound waves vibrating the whole sheet like a tight drumskin,
After, we come to the roadside, where the Sunday Strollers meet the cars,
Finally, we leave the Lough and head back towards Barrack Street and some hot drinks.

Field Recordings no. 1

More recordings from the field in Cork.

First is a great discussion between a couple in the Atlantic Homecare, Blackpool, Cork, about converting inches to feet and whether to check the B&Q sale or not.

The poor man can’t handle the browbeating, but the poor woman can’t seem to get him interested.
Similar scenes were repeated across the super store.
My dad says the anomie is caused by women encroaching into a traditionally male domain.
More power to them, says I.

Next we have great rock pub Fred Zeppelin’s. One of the best pubs of it’s type that I’ve ever been in.
Constantly in flux, yet always the same, almost a metaphor for metal itself.
Recorded, is a nice panoramic hubbub of chatter from just before the gig, you can make out details from a few different conversations happening simultaneously.

Soon the bombastic intro music for local metal heros, Flatline, strikes up.
As I had just seen the documentary “Metal” which heavily featured Megadeth, I found their good natured Mustaineisms not unagreeable.

Download the audio here.

It’s not even tomorrow

Friday – Arise at 6.30 a.m. after waiting for Santa Clause all night. Arrive in Dublin, arrive in Laois. Pop Electric Picnic cherry. Set up tent like boy scouts. Tent the size of a barn freezes at night. Feel too efficient for the singular first person.

Saturday – Arise in the a.m. Feel so nervous / excited could puke. Do a lot of stretching. Lead pre-show prayer. Palatable excitement courses through veins like blood. Lots of bodies in the tent, but aunties and uncles in the front are reluctant to leave the cosy tables and give the floor. Bodies move to front upon request of DM. Things explode. The sight of the tent moving hands from side to side ballad style during Epidemic would bring a smile to a glass eye. During SugarShake the Cool Away, run from the back of the stage, fly into air and onto outstretched hands. Surf. Fight happens. Not properly hurt. Make it back to stage. Bodies are dancing, mouths are open. Tent has turned into a zoo. HuRray!

After the gig, I get worried about my voice. It sounds like it might just quietly slip off. I take up the first person singular again, I make a sign to pin onto my dress and try to speak in a low voice. We loll on the grass. Megan’s boyfriend tells us we might be in the on-site Ticket on Sunday. A man asks if he can film us for television show. Yes, I say, yes yes, we’ll be on the telly! We play Here is Home.

There is a recognisable pattern in the arc of emotions. Before a gig, everything is compressed. My face is empty. After a gig, I feel so happy, like little buzzes binging in my blood. Two times on stage in one day makes for a smorgasbord of emotions.

After nicking some beers, we all go to see Dan Deacon. He opens with a face-melter of a warm-up. Acres of sweaty shiny barebacked young fellas soon go crazy. It is all he can do to control the crowd, but he is such a pro. I crowdsurf all the way to the back of the tent. Then I crowdsurf all the way back to the front. Crowdsurfing to the front is harder, because people are focused on the stage, and do not have eyes in the back of their head. I want to scream to let them know I am coming, but my throat is already killing me. I reach as far back as my arms can and tap shoulders. I make it all the way back. I feel a little guilty for making everyone carry me, but mostly proud that I made it back. Perhaps I could give crowdsurfing workshops as a nixer?

By the time Santogold comes on stage, we have been waiting ages and the tent is packed. I would have given my left arm to have written that song L.E.S. Artistes. When she comes on stage, it is perfect and polished and boring. Our pal Paddy runs off. Fink and DM and I look at each other. DM says something like “If I wanted to watch someone work for their paycheque I would have gone to Centra and hung around the deli counter.” Fink says “Boooooring.” I am so happy, at this moment, that we are all on the same wavelength.

Skipping away, Fink’s facepainting is branded onto faces. Faces that were at the gig earlier. I look and point, they look and point, maybe we hug, maybe we wrestle, all in all it feels like the gig keeps on giving.

Sunday: Lose voice. Where did it go? What happened? Was it the cold in the tent? Where is it? Please come back, all is forgiven. I’m sorry I told you you have no range and need some training. Pleeeeease.

We go wander early in the a.m, looking for the Ticket. We are on the front page, hurrah! It says we are Ireland’s answer to the Go Team! We are not Ireland’s answer to anything because that question disappeared in the ether.

Stretches and movement gets blood flowing before the gig. Megan sings and I lip sync. I am croaking. We crouch behind the stage and watch the crowd gather; there are at least as many people there as the day before. DM tells the crowd we are having a diva moment and will not come out until the aunties and uncles in the front stand up and the people at the back come forth. The crowd are happy to do this – in fact I think they like it. I think they are happy to have permission to occupy the space to move. We walk out – there are lots of handsome young men. During the second song, my voice blows like an amp. A moment of power failure and my throat became no more than a blown light bulb. For the rest of the song I lip synced and Megan sang; she carried the entire show. Megan was truly awesome, in the biblical sense. I enjoyed lip syncing way more than I should have. During SugarShake, I ran from the back of the stage and crowdsurfed. In future, I think I will always run to crowd surf. It is imagine a flying machine to be, but better.

On the bus home I sit with pen and paper and dream of a new song – a song about time.
A song to play statues to, the game where you freeze and time stands still.