What becomes of Hangingbox?

So it's been three years. We've played countless shows in a countable amount of countries. We've learned many things about ourselves and about music. We've met some crazy ass people, recorded some cds, taken some of the piss, lived together, fought together, eat together, slept together . . . and so on.

Yes, myself (Jonathan), Kyle, Paul and Alex have pretty much spent way to much time around each other for the last 3 years.



So what now for us - The foursome with the moresome, the scooter pushing crusaders, the dancing dirt dogs? Well, ladies and gentlemen: Hangingbox will be disbanding for six months, from Now (August, some date . . .) until March 2009. "Why is this?" I hear you scream. Well, I, Jonathan will be doing my course in Germany, while Paul finishes off his final year in college (the reason we didn't stay in London . . . you bastard) - So the gauntlet has been laid down, this will be our biggest test so far to see if we'll stay together as a band and continue to write frightfully great songs. We hope you stick with us and see us on the other side. Thanks for all your love and support! Thanks to everyone who helped make our London trip so memorablethis summer, from the great people of Cork who ended up here to those who helped us out in general, we hope you still love us next year (we're comin back for ye!).



So that's it. Apart from the possibility of an odd German gig on the horizon, 2008 is now closed for the boys in brown. - Jonathan.

8 days, 4 gigs and lots of guests

What's this? Hangingbox on stage? Have the boys finally started pretending to be a real band and forgone boats, picnics and Scientology in favour of actually playing gigs?

Yes.

Overkill was the order of the day as the purveyors of perversion forced 4 gigs upon their anxious public in the space of a week, during which the entire population of Cork invaded London to get their fix of Box-based raunchiness and Great British weather.
Said weather was very hot, then suddenly very rainy, catching the dynamic duo (plus 2) off guard.
Apart from playing gigs and staying indoors, the defenders of interplanetary justice still found time to harbour dozens of peasant refugees from the Emerald Isle, turning the HB house into some kind of wacky squatter-hostel thing.
With a fun past behind them and an unsure future ahead, the pastors of politics are in for an interesting month...