We were all doing this nasty job clearing out burnt junk from the Arson-ravaged Hartleys Jam Factory in Bermondsey. It went on for months. We would each trash a pair of overalls in less than fortnight and it was impossible to get the smell of burnt plastic out of
our hair. Anyway, at some point during this living-hell we decided to become a band and Satan's Cock seemed like an appropriate name. Originally conceived as an experiment in regressive-rock our sound has since drifted into a more english-vernacular idiom. Wistful, homespun post-skiffle with an undertow of monolithic
brown-core, you might say.
Awww, don't you look lovely in your oufits...! : )
Hope you'll be popping along to our next night on the 19th june at the Bethnal Green Working Mens Club... Lets us know & we'll stick you on the guest list...
Madness, I am sitting in my living room right now looking at the adjacent Jam Factory as I type. It is now a development of boring looking live/work apartments. You bass player draws really good stuff on walls, I find, you should get him to come and do some here.
