1. Make a limited run of GPO action figures. Of all bands that have ever lived in Ireland, none would make a better set than you. And it’s not even like people would just want the singer or anything. Everyone in Grand Pocket Orchestra has a distinct, fruit-flavoured air. There could even be two Paddys, one with a guitar and one with a mic lead wrapped around himself, eyes bulging, face looking blue from lack of oxygen, doing the Wii skiing action that he does. I would buy them. If Of Montreal can sell their album as a paper lantern, GPO’s album could easily be action figures with secret USB ports where you can get 1/4 of the album.
2. How deadly would a Monkees-style mini-series about life in a fictionalised Grand Pocket Orchestra house be? They could all get into half an hour of mischief, before introducing guest stars or something, and they could open and close with a song. There could be puppets in the kitchen who only talk to Bronwyn or something. Imagine it though… *ding dong* “I wonder who’s there?” (Noel Edmonds style), then the door opens to canned applause and Fight Like Apes appear. The fun is doubled.
So the in-store itself in Tower was fun. Grand Pocket Orchestra are getting better and better as time goes by and any initial reservations I had about a second guitarist drowning the tweeness are completely gone by now. The balance that seemed like it was slightly tipped when Flesh first joined is restored, and the songs are getting complex and nearly chin-strokingly thought-worthy while staying in the same Kinder Egg world. It was disappointing that there weren’t more people there to get a copy of Make Happy War, which is the older, better brother to the young, fun first EP.