get them to contact us on info@itfrock.com

We need some one dedicated and awesome…did i mention you must be awesome?

coming soon…

Right lets keep going…

I am also delighted to announce that ITF have a new full time drummer in the form of an awesome “young lad” James O’Brien (the young lad, Jason newstead, junior, Gillian…) The 18 year old stickman was made an official member just before our fibber’s gig last week. We are delighted to have James on board, his enthusiasm and drive so far has really brought a breath of fresh air to ITF… and the fact that he kicks fucking ass also helps.

So what know??? ITF will be keeping a very low profile for the next couple of months.
With the aim to return with something bigger, stronger and more captivating than before.
With a lot of awesome songs being written, projects lined up and finally settling back into a
Good positive atmosphere in ITF camp, everything looks to be going well for the first time in along time.

Last thing I would like to thank all the people that have sent us such awesome messages and comments on You-tube, myspace and bebo, its been said before, but it does mean so much and it definitely makes it feel work while.

For know we’ll leave you and wish everyone the best…PEACE

Forever Keep’n It Positive…

ITS COMING

give it a read, leave a comment, do whatevr you crazy kids do.

PEACE

Finger Diaries:

28th / 01/ 08

Yo everybody, Jimmy T here, hope all is well, this is my first “diary” entry as such, so forgive me, its been awhile since there has been a diary entry.
Well as of the 28th of January there a few days ago, we were officially back in action.
With all the confusion over the last few months, finding suitable replacements, taking to long off, practically going insane, it definitely feels good to rock out again…So the story begins…

Early Saturday morning we arose to an absolutely deadly day, packed the car, collected James aka “the young lad, Junior, Jason Newstead, Gillian” the awesome drummer that is helping us out for the meantime (we’ll see) met everyone back at my house, to be greeted with a look of confusion on Robbie’s face…”I want to drive” he says now, ha, but I couldn’t blame him it was a deadly day. Only problem was that was two cars. We would have taken one and let Robbie drive, but how does that saying go? How many clowns can you fit in a mini??? The answer, I don’t know, but the answer to how many members of ITF can you fit in a mini is 2. We headed off in convoy anyway around 10:28am, great drive down (by-passes are awesome), stopped at the usual shop, then pulled into cork a mere hour and 45 minutes later, amazing…Then I get the call from Robbie and Pam, “well where are you? We are here”, BASTARD, he was driving a fucking mini. So 45 minutes later when I found the venue, we unpacked, had a look at what was going on, had a chat to the lads from the freak house promo company there, got a set time, set up, but no

goddamn sound check…grr, I hate that.

As usual before gigs Pam and Robbie headed off to prob some café somewhere to discuss life in all its wonder and listen to some jazz or something, while myself and the young lad ate sandwiches and drank coffee on the street like the bum’s we are, ha. We return just in time for the band to start. It wasn’t packed, but there was enough to fill the floor in attendance. Up first were Forbidden Sun which were missing a singer , I like these guys, there young and have drive, next were Last chance for a quick death from Dublin, metal core all the way, Cork natives Dead-night, death metal, then it was about that time…

 It’s a funny feeling when people don’t actually know you personally, but have heard of you so much as I was told by mike one of the organisers, even on arrival people were very apprehensive to approach us, maybe I had to much eyeliner on? Anyway, we hopped up on the stage, took our sweet time setting up in front of a room full of people with curious faces, and so it begins…

“Hi, how you doing, we’re bonjovi” I said, everybody laughed, the ice was broken and straight away people started to talk to us from the floor…This was James’ first gig with ITF, I cant imagine how he was feeling as I said…”This Song is called GOD SAID…” q the drums. When that snare hit for the song to explode I felt and knew everything was going to be alright. Its was awesome, god said finished, the crowd applauded as to say, ‘shit these guys aren’t half bad’. Today we played the ‘Wrong Side of Misery’ EP, which was really cool, we broke into What have we done now, Measure of a man, and before Wrong side of misery I got everybody to scream “HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY PAM”, which was cool, then just as we were nearing the end I heard screams for Perfect Reality…who were we to disappoint, only this time this was the heaviest version you have ever heard of Perfect Reality, we re-worked it a little, ridicules guttural vocals and blast beats, it was awesome.
Stepping off the stage to what were once a crowd of people that were dare I say afraid (?) to approach us, we were greeted with handshakes, congratulations and conversation, with people buying t-shirts and Cds, Pam franticly looking for large t-shirts and the rest of us chatting about each other, ha. Even though the sound was shite, it was great at the same time, people got the point and idea I think.
So there was nothing to do, just catch a few of the headlining bands songs Obelisk, pack up and drive home.

So summarise the rest of the night, here goes, drive home, get lost, see every back road from cork to Kilkenny, shower, chicken curry egg fried rice, a few beers, chill with friends for Pam’s birthday, come home late with everybody, drink a shit-load of coffee, stay up talking to everybody, be left sitting on my own in my sitting room at 5am thinking “what a great fucking day…Time for bed me thinks.”

Peace.

Pictures will be up here soon,

Some our up on www.myspace.com/itfprogmetal www.bebo.com/itfrock

ITF, playing gigs, turning heads, doing what we do best…Thanks for your support

…until diary entry…PEACE