Supreme Vagabond Craftsman = burnt pub with an armchair outside it, a community centre with yellow net curtains, Pongo owes Swaz £175. An Alsatians face, a stick of dynamite and a dancing skeleton with a top hat and walking stick. Can I have yo used bog rolls for me grey mouse? Brrrrap brrrrap.
Issued “A Cloud Punched me 10” on Twisted Nerve in 2001, Twice as Nude* LP in 2002, Fuck Everyone I’m King* LP in 2006 and Just You Me And The Baby in 2007. Produced debut singles by Pink Grease and The Long Blondes in a flat covered in dusty artex above a shop selling second hand false limbs and 3 piece suites with dead people shadows on them. Founder member of Toah Dynamic and present on all recordings to date. Spent 2004 recording an album with Prey also featuring Earl Shilton, Barry 7 and Godsy (Cherrystones), which should finally be released in 2007.
Also wrote the text for “Zebra Face” in crayon on the back of unpaid lecky bills.
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MUSIC TRANSFER PROTOCOL lance son 3ème programme d’échanges entre groupes du Nord de la France, du Nord de l’Angleterre et de Belgique. Et comme d’habitude, ça démarre avec le NORTHERN SOUNDS FESTIVAL à Noyelles-Sous-Lens, le 1er week-end d’Avril… Retrouvez également l’ensemble de ces groupes sur notre compilation NORTHERN SOUNDS#3, offerte avec le n°1 des Incoronptibles, un nouveau fanzine disponible très prochainement… Achetez-vos billets sur ticketnet. fr
Hello, I thoroughly enjoyed your set in pokey little O'Neils, Cardiff on Friday, and now I am even more thoroughly enjoying 'Just You, Me and the Baby'... been meaning to pick me up a copy for eons and am now so relieved to actually own 'Check Out My Rifle Range'.
Hopefully will see you live again some time in the future squire! Cheers.
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?
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