Lips (Rob)
vocals, guitar, and three-fingered horn
Unwanted and unloved, Lips ran away from home at an early age before being persuaded to take a new direction in his life by a famous Mod guitarist and winning a lifetime’s supply of hair gel at a local church fete. Now he skins fat people alive and hides his ruthlessness and determination behind a fake smile, a cheap suit, and one heavily practised guitar solo.
The Preacher Man (Paul)
Shiny silver ’bone
Father to over a thousand children and a lifetime fugitive from the Belgian railways, The Preacher Man can often be found honking out a message of redemption through the medium of strange beards and an insulting sense of humour. Rather too fond of canapés and still struggling to pass grade 1, he is nonetheless a master of self-deprecation.
The Flyingbassman (dave)
dog-house bass
Write up to follow.
The Cheese (George)
skins and lids
The Cheese took up foot-tapping as a hobby to settle his nerves after having rescued several small South American villages from moustachioed bandits and coming within a whisker of certain notoriety. Three time winner of the Nobel Prize for smart-arse snappy comebacks, he lives in a barn and spends his money on juicing up a fifties Chevy step-side pickup.
One Hand (Barry)
joanna
Write up to follow.
The Reed Splitter (Ned)
growling bent horns
Proud owner of a large pair of hounds-tooth trousers, the Reed Splitter is unusual in that he actually knows something about music. Having overdosed on ginger wine as a teenager, he is now fully rehabilitated with only a few lasting side effects. Now connected with white slave traders in Sri Lanka, he pulls the crowds with his knee-in-the-bell horn-honking routine and goes home early to dye his eyebrows.
Opinions differ about the origins of Jump Jive music. Some authorities say it has its roots in the strong community bonds that were fostered in the socially deprived late 1930s / early 1940s as an antidote to wartime penury and the wrist-slitting misery and self-indulgent overlong solos of the blues music from the Mississippi Delta. Others see it as a unique and necessary interim step between basic twelve bar forms with a blend of jazz-based instrumental tone and variety and the loud and endlessly repetitive rock ‘n’ roll paradigm which matured into the ultimate sophistication of 1960s R&B.
But that’s mostly bollocks. The truth is that the adventure began in a barn in the Weald of Kent one night when a bunch of guys decided that there must be more to life than sitting in a barn at night listening to old Fletcher Henderson tracks.
Whether you love to Lindy, or Jitterbuggery is your thing, whether you like a foot-tappin’ frenzy or a hot night out, whether you’re into honkin’ horns, or you just can’t afford a real band, the SUGAR FOOT STOMP is for you!
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