PGX by The Purple Gherkins

Well, I'll be hot diggity darned! Ten years of your favourite discoloured pickles tickling your earholes with a wonderful cacophony of musical insanity!

X years. Xth album. X tracks. Released on X/X. It was meant to be. Pretty seXy.

X is all the rage now. X years ago, X was called Twitter. What a time... the world was a different place. Malala won the Nobel peace prize, Malaysia Airlines flight 370 disappeared, Xbox 360s were still relevant (I think), and on one warm summer's day, the Purple Gherkins were born. A crazy idea to create a whole album in 24 hours. And look how far we've come. The horse died a long time ago, but we still pound and beat away at its rotten corpse.

We've done it all. We've created everyone's favourite soundtrack to a Christmas dinner; we've stolen hearts with a seXy Valentine's Day album; we've set the hairs tingling with a spooky Halloween album; we've engaged in post-rock, sad boi synthwave, elevator music; we even lost our collective minds on The Purple Album. And yet, through all this, PGX represents our finest work to date.

X tracks of whimsical bliss with Tom and the Tom Tones - a true official purple gherky. On this album you'll cry tears of despair, you'll laugh (because otherwise you'll cry), and, at the very end, you'll have made some friends along the way.

So settle in, it's gonna be a long one (though much shorter than PG5, don't worry lol).

Thanks for listening to our stupidity through the years. And to our 600 fans in India I ask this: why?

Sincerely,
The Purple Gherkins 💜