77 punk rock, Bargain Hunt, music hall, Monty Python, Scotsmac, Robin Askwith films, Freddo bars, Sam Smith pubs, White Ace, Frank Spencer, Somerfield Makes Sense produce (now known as Simply Value)
Sounds Like
Nothing on earth, although we have been compared to The Flying Medallions, The Blaggers, ATV, System of a Down, and Terry and the Idiots... can't see it myself
Brad Frugal was using the toilets at Paddington Station (for urination only, you understand) when he heard a terrible noise coming from the cubicle. Armed with his first aid training and a warm teaspoon he rushed to the aid of the person inside.
Upon shoulder-barging his way into the cubicle he was confronted by the sight of Flatulent Sam with his kecks round his ankles, expelling Zyklon C from his posterior... thus he was overcome by fumes and passed out. He awoke to find Flatulent Sam reviving him with the kiss of life. Eternally grateful, he spotted Sam's tatty guitar covered with brown speckles and asked if he fancied collaborating on a few tunes. A few pints of lager and a reduced Economy cheese and onion slice was all it took to convince him.
Whilst on the run from store detectives, the two happened across Camp David mincing up Tottenham Court road in "flamboyant attire". Having politely declined his invitation to come to his cottage to use his glory hole, he casually mentioned he was able to play the bass (not to mention the pink flute). We decided to take him up on this... the bass that is.
That just left a vacancy for someone to "bash the skins", and although Camp David expressed an interest in this position, we realised he was too important on bass. Luckily, Signor Estos rode into town on his bike like the policeman from Heartbeat. He didn't own a drumkit but did own two sticks, so he was in.
They decided to christen this unholy union "Monkish" for no particular reason. Having armed themselves with a patchy half hours worth of dodgy material, they set out on their path to revolutionize the world of rock n roll.
Later they happened upon Mr Cardboard Pinochet Bedspread being pursued by a Benny Hill-esque procession of bailiffs, landlords and money lenders... he had no musical talent whatsoever, but the band hustled him into the tourbus to save him from a life in the big house and avoid the risk of "dropping the soap". They later found out that there was little chance of this, as he's never even picked up a bar of soap in his life.
Whilst walking back from the burns unit having visited Cardboard after his unsuccessful attempt at winning the 2006 Simon Weston Lookalike Contest, the gang passed by the location of the Riverdance Auditions. Outside, swearing and high kicking they encountered Mr Snelgers O'Guinness, who had travelled all the way from the emerald isle to impress the director. Unfortunately they said he was too short and too bald for Riverdance, but was perfect for Monkish, so after welcoming him aboard he climbed a 200 foot crane to celebrate.
Sadly, after 6 shows Flatulent Sam decided to fly the nest and retreat back to his comfort zone in a cardboard box round the back of the Bull and Gate (due to some rather vicious jibes about his earplugs) so Boris Fecker, ginger guitarist extraordinaire, offered to fill his gap (but that's another story)
The band are currently taking bookings for gigs and festivals - we will play ANYWHERE, ANYPLACE, ANYTIME! Please message us if you know of anyone brave enough to host us.
Hi! How's life? We hope everything's fine! Since we're anyway here, we might as well mention that we've just added 3 more songs to our profile. Feel free to check 'em out and drop us a comment!!! Love Jane D.
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