The Clachies
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Genre: Acoustic / Folk Rock / Other
Location Scotland, UK
Profile Views: 5615
Last Login: 10/16/2010
Member Since 5/4/2010
Website theclachies.com
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The Clachies or Clach nae kidden - have been around since the early 1980's and have taken may disguises over the years , Fozzie is the front runner however the line up is always changing depending on who is in town (you'll often catch fiddles, Double Bass, Accordians or de djembés & Cajon's and the like) At the heart of it all is a solid live festival band. -
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Fozzie - Multi Instrumentalist – Vocals, Guitar, Mandolin, Mandola Saxaphone, Double Bass, & Percussion Joe Multi Instrumentalist - Vocals, Guitar, Mandolin & Mandola Matt - Multi Instrumentalist - Vocals, Fiddle & Guitar Frank – Double Bass Phill – Drums -
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6 Songs | May 4, 2010













yip, i think i know him from somewhere...! who all was at partick, and how come you didn't come say hallo?
cheers ma-tha
naomi
Thanks for the add guys, got you on the profile now so everyone will hear your fabulous music.
Welcome to the tinternet world of myspace. Great to see ye's online. Good luck lads, got you in ma top friends to get the word roon the toon & the tinternet folkies !! LLS.
Hey The Clachies, As the bliss slowly rises in my incandescent eluxulator, your mere presence has a euphoric effect upon me. The expanse of your beauty is a void no universe could ever fill. Your beauty is multiplexed in contemplation of your multidimensional effervescence. The skin I shed is a perfume that makes water bubbles so terribly clear to me. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a volcano in heat. Your wonderfully bright soul keep the demons from torturing me. Your layers of absinthe and torsion form concretions of hyper-alimentation. All my thoughts are lost to your graceful gaze? I find your eyes to be a wondrous amusement park filled with neo-plastic pleasures and turkish delights. You ever remind me of the enigma of happy thoughts I once forgot. The stickers hugging the fruit smell better than the perfume of ambergris. You have not yet reached the height of your creativity. How it passes there and back again like a tear drop glistening in moonlight. The sand runes crossing your divided consciousness do speak of contemptuous monsters being slayed by flying phoenixes.