Hello and welcome. I've redesigned the site"my descent into (the) eels" because boredom has struck. F**king Olympics-time. Some new things have been added for your viewing pleasure. 

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A part of my site dedicated solely to eels' second album electro-shock blues with track reviews and other upcoming stuff. Go to

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Feast your eyes on the many pics that I've taken from other sites.The best all put in one convenient place. Feel free to put these up on your own site. Coming soon !

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My eels listening experience continues ...

11th September 2000 (Week ??)
First update to this site. The visits to the site and the feedback on the guestbook are greatly appreciated, and no I assure you the infactuation isn't yet over. In fact I've needed both albums quite alot over the past few weeks, and they're about as good as anything pharmaceutically bought in terms of regulating my moods. An excerpt from last Tuesday will probably explain it :

"General fucked-ness rules: am so weirded out that it cannot even be considered slightly bemusing. There's only so many mantras of the "I am okay, I am okay, I'm not okay" (sound familiar?) type that one can circulate in the head. Almost endlessly...
so the 'eels' play to get me together ; mental mind-fuck WOW.
Funny thing, the sun starts to shine and peak through the clouds and "Estate Sale" begins..."a miracle is about to happen". Strangely soothed by it, perhaps everything will be okay"
So that was last Tuesday.

08th August 2000 (Week 1)
Okay, admittedly the title of my page is pretty "naff" (*thanks Tat), but it could have been much worse. The alternative was "P.S. Eels Rock My World" and on the "naff" barometer that would have rated pretty high. So for the meanwhile I'll stick to the above. I'm composing this on Netscape Composer at the moment and it's pretty shithouse and i'm messing around with the fonts and i have a scary feeling that no one other than myself will be able to read it, but fuck it, it's my site.

So how to explain my sudden surge in interest in an alt-rock-folk-pop American band composed of a man with a single-letter moniker (E) for a name and a drummer called Butch.....

>>eels perform in Enmore Theatre, Friday 28th July 2000 in Sydney Australia>>

An unexpected pleasure. Possibly rates as "concert of the year" outshining Muse, Gomez and even Ben Harper in terms of sheer enjoyment (IMHO) thus far. So a brilliant (debut) performance and I'm left reeling, searching the internet for information, buying records, and spending hours on end working through electro-shock blues and daisies of the galaxy.

So after a week, where has "my descent into (the) eels" left me :
- completely out of pocket/ broke
- spending an inordinate amount of hours in my pyjamas in my waking hours, morose and bed ridden, listening perhaps too closely to the lyrics of electro-shock blues
- alternating the above with a few wild crazy dances to Mr E's Beautiful Blues (not too dissimilar to that lovely performance by roadie "Spider Mellancamp") and pogoing around the room to the sounds of Tiger In My Tank which strangely enough sounds to me like a worthy contender as the next "Chicken Dance song". If anyone gets the latter comment, well erm at least you get what I'm saying
- getting a tad too emotional with the tracks Daisies of the Galaxy, Climbing to the Moon (my fav), Dead of Winter, and the uplifting beauty of P.S Rock My World
- finding that E is becoming exponentially more sexy as I listen to his music. (even as I think back on him on stage in his pyjamas and being dragged on and off stage like a mental patient-which is the effect he was going for I guess). As he said notably somewhere in a piece somewhere on the net "I defy sex-laws".

So despite my emotional ups and downs in the past week, my lack of money, and my complete unproductiveness life-wise, goddamn it's been a beautiful week.

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