Marco Rossi (guitars, vocals)
Rich Murphy (guitars, vocals)
Chris Page (drums, vocals)
Steve Wilson (Bass, vocals, 1994-95)
Al Strawbridge (Bass, vocals, 1995-present)
Cheese auxiliaries: Tom Hughes, organ on Johnson
Simon Swarbrick: Johnson Cheese strings
Luke Adams: A lot of fags for some trousers
Influences
We were initially aiming at sounding like The Beatles, Jellyfish, XTC, Husker Du and The Posies, but we probably ended up sounding like The Batchelors, Rod, Jane & Freddie, Harry Lauder and The Hair Bear Bunch
Sounds Like
The ominous rumbling of Barbara Cartland's intestinal tract after one goose egg too many
Cheese were formed by accident in 1994 or thereabouts, to give us all something to do in between lagers. I (me) had accidentally written some songs and felt the need to wash them out of the hair I still had at the time, and thankfully I was able to call upon my equally hirsute compatriots Rich (guitar), Chris (drums) and Steve (bass) to add flesh, blood and guts to the blanched bones I had assembled like a pyre of old Twiglets. We accidentally began rehearsals underneath a clothes rail festooned with florid (and horrid) shirts, and accidentally made our debut in a blaze of diarrhoea about four seconds later, it seemed. Vaguely traumatised, I went home and put my guitar under the bed, vowing never to touch it again until the following morning. Convinced that no one was listening, we gigged fitfully thereafter under cover of darkness. Rich helped to beget the magnificent Lucky Bishops, Chris and myself kept the wolf directly outside the door with Elmer Fudd and Steve went to London like Dick Whittington, returning some years later with some magic beans and a lovely wife. Steve's enormous Cheese hole was plugged in no uncertain terms by Al, fellow traveller in Elmer Fudd and my very pal since time immaterial. A stack of demo tapes were accumulated and roughly stashed under the same long-suffering bed where I stashed my guitar a couple of paragraphs ago, where they would have languished forever (or until I bought a new bed) had it not been for the sterling efforts of Pink Hedgehog label godhead Simon Felton, who patiently convinced me that the stuff might perhaps be deserving of a wider audience than the slippers, flippers, Old Moore's Almanacs and Razzles which I kept under my now mythic bed. Lo and behold, two albums have somehow resulted and people have said some very sweet things about them, which brings me great joy as I swivel my bathchair to catch the last rays of the setting sun. Another album may well come along during my lifespan - I do hope so - but for the moment I'm devoting my limited energies towards pretending to be Syd Barrett with Gothic Chicken. So, watch this space... as long as your eyes don't tire easily.
Hey Man, how you all doing, just love yours songs dude Got to say The Crackers are no more but good news, the bands signed to a German label & will be going out on the name of Jay Tamkin Band Keep in touch www. thecrackers. co. uk reroutes to new website when its ready this week lol
Come on, fellas. A concert performance is by no means past you. I mention this because I'm sick to the back teeth of another band (who shall remain nameless) being tediously omnipresent when I'm trying to enjoy myself. So, for me, have a heart, won't yer??
Hi Marco, I'm finding out new things about my favourite songs. For instance did you know; 1. Addicted To Love. Here the writer uses the acronym L.O.V.E. which in this instance means 'Licking Old Victorian Envelopes'. He writes that 'the lights are on, but you're not home, your mind is not your own'. This indicates that the person in the song has left home in a hurry, leaving the lights on and is heading towards the library with a mind that can only concentrate on finding old envelopes to lick. The mental unbalance is thrust home at the end of each chorus with the reiteration of 'You're gonna have to face it....... you're addicted to Licking Old Victorian Envelopes'. Hope this is of help, Cheers, Chris.
Greetings! If your good self, Mrs Cheese and all the little Camemberts are free on December 16, we shall be serving mulled wine in the afternoon chez Morten. Feel free to pop in!
Hello Cheese! Heu... ça ne vous dérange pas, un peu de promo de la part d'un groupe mangeur de grenouilles ? La patrie du Roquefort (vive José Bové !!!)... Bref... Lisez ce qui suit :
Over the last nine months, more than one and half million people have viewed to watch a round of Cheddar mature.
This Wednesday - 19 Sep 2007, the 44-pound handmade cheese, named Wedginald by its creators, will undergo its nine-month grading test, live on web TV!!!!
An expert cheese taster will pierce Wedginald with a special testing device to remove a core, which will then be sniffed and tested for "depth and maturity".
So, be sure to tune into CHEDDARVISION on Wednesday!!!
I'd just like to add my thoughts to the food debate.Being a very boring and structured songwriter, for me it would have to be a very straight forward verse/bridge/chorus culinary mix of crackers/cheese/beer! The crackers would be for the verse that no one ever remembers-the cheese for the bridge that creates some interest-the beer for the chorus which is the best bit and you get hooked on! If you were slightly more adventurous this could then be augmented by a stringy spaghetti styled guitar solo that meanders all over the fretboard.Then for the CODA to finish up nicely with,it would be Gypsy Tart with an apple(like we had at school) Cheers, Simon
Sign the petition to scrap Ofcom advertising rules that brand cheese a "junk food".
Cheese is clearly a healthy part of our diet, and like many things in life, good for you in moderation. This ban is counterproductive and could put people off eating a food which has many beneficial qualities for healthy living.
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Click on the link below, your country and your cheese needs you!!!!!!!!!!
