THE WILDHEARTS frontman Ginger has issued the following update from the studio:

"Washing my socks and underwear in the sink this morning (we have no washing machine) left me with an odd feeling of DIY that I haven't felt since we started the band.

On one hand the band are skint, bored, restless and, for the best part, without communication, but on the other hand we are skint, bored, restless and, for the best part, without communication together.

A sense of bonding permeates the household that wouldn't exist with abundant food, drink and city life. A closeness stimulated by lack of stimulation.

We have no music to listen to, so we talk about music instead.

We have no TV so we create visual images using colourful conversation.

We have no washing machine so we get elbow deep in the suds and pummel our smalls as clean as the human hand is able to battle grime.

The producer hasn't been to the studio for the last two days so we've discovered the joy of cycling. What else but sheer boredom would promote such a move, or make a person want to go running at 6 AM?

This morning's run was spectacular. The ipod (shuffle mode) began the session gently with Tori Amos and, almost an hour later, brought me back to base with a bizarre remix of 'She's So Taboo' by Clam Abuse. I'm glad I didn't turn it off straight away, as was my immediate reaction, because by the end I was enjoying it's toneless, anti-melodic charm.

As I cooled down Tim McGraw's 'Carry On' began. I figured I'd switch it off and instead look forward to it ushering in tomorrows run, but the message still stayed with me. Carry on, through the thick and the thin. Through the sturm und drang.

When situations seem the most difficult to surmount is when you dig in deep for the strong stuff. The stuff of heroes. The stuff of champions.

Yes, things down on the farm aren't ideal, but neither are they impossible.

We will know when things are impossible, because we will be helpless.

We are not helpless. We merely asked the wrong question of the Universe.

"Can we make an air-tight, awesomely heavy/melodic and in-tune album with a, amazing European producer who specialises in huge sounds?"

And the Universe heard us.

The Universe is like a computer, and if you ask it for porn it will give you porn.

Unless, however, you express, in detail, exactly what porn you want you may well end up with your 'girl-on-girl' bundled up in a greatest hits medley of 'boy-on-boy', 'girl-on-shetland pony' and 'grandma-on-midget'.

See? You have to be detail specific if you want the Universe to work for you.

And I believe it wants to work for you, it wants to make you happy.

I also believe that the law of life is to be exactly who you are. Just do it to your full capability. Whatever, and whoever that is.

So, you see how complicated things can get for the Universe?

There is no right or wrong way, there are no rules, just a ton of different types of folk asking for different stuff. And the Universe obliges, as best she can, based on detail, or lack thereof.

And so the next time we make an album we want pretty girls, interesting people, all night bars, late night shopping, bright lights and WAY too much stuff to do.

As well as a great producer. (Preferably a workaholic who works late.)

We have received EXACTLY what we asked for, nothing less, and certainly nothing more.

And for that we are truly thankful.

And with that we head in to make some noise.

Or at least we will when the producer turns up.

(more later.....)

Ginger."