YOUR ANIMAL are
a menagerie of Ms Julie Montan, Mr Jarrad Brown and Ms Brigitte Hart.
This is the Story of PEACOCK DOVE & EAGLE.
The year was 1999 and three people complete strangers to one another, met on the front seat of a rig on the run from the fuzz in Gorgonzola - the most up and coming cheese producing town in Sicily, rivalling the famed and high-yielding province of Parmigiano. Their jostling through the spaghetti loving country was completely unrelated to the 'Feeding of the Fishes' incident of the illustrious mafia dude "Hey Jimmy" Jimmy Cannone, which was the news headlines of the time - you may not remember him and there is absolutely nothing more to say on the matter capiche!
Anyway,
Brigitte had been backpacking in the far away country that lay at the
foot of the Mozzarella Mountain Range when she fell into a deep well.
Jarrad was on a mountaineering expedition of the mount and had almost
reached the summit when he heard a yell in the dell from where Brigitte had fell! Being the chivalrous speciman of man that Jarrad was, he
began to absail down the treacherous mountain pass to rescue the owner
of that y-e-ll, but disaster struck him on the cheek just as he reached
her. Before he knew it, he was flat on his back and black specks were swimming before his eyes. He began dreaming of an Underwater Lady Dragon slaying his evil nemesis, The Hairy Gorgon Demon while Spiders from Mars massaged his fingers and toes. It was spooky and it didn't seem to make sense. How was it possible, that the most chivalrous man in Sicily, could be popped as easily as that by some common fat-fisted bully? It must have been something way more sinister than that... But what? What was it that whacked Jarrad down like that, forcing him into this involuntary miasmic slumber? Was it a He or She? Was it
Good or was it Evil?
As unlikely as this sounds, it was an enormous truck! A triple-decker
air balloon truck, all covered in white flags and flying through a blaze of
rainbow dust, peacefully through the clouds to visit the lovely mountain
range and its inhabitants. The driver of the gigantic rig was a small lady with
dark brown hair named Julie and she was multi-tasking as usual.
Parking the truck, looking in the mirror to check her mascara hadn't slithered off her lashes, onto her cheeks and changing the radio station all at the same
time! There was a song playing on the radio that was annoying her "I
am the eye in the sky looking at youuuuuu - I can read your mind" and
as she was saying shut up to the radio for the eighth time, the trucks
caboose accidentally side swiped and came to rest on the cheek of that young man Jarrad whom she had never laid eyes on in all her life and sadly, due to her incognizance, knocked him completely unconscious. Alas! He was just about to rescue Brigitte too... but the dainty Brigitte had other things on her mind. Being the brave heart that she was, she was rescuing herself! As her sparkling eyes appeared over the cruel and craggy stones encircling the well, she was breath-taken and stunned by an interplanetary entity emerging from behind the white flags. "Holy mother of what the f!" Brigitte screamed.
Every creature great and small screamed too, all of them nooked into every crevice of the
dell and began to quiver and howl in lowly shrieks as 'It' appeared. What was It? It was indeed a sight to behold! The voluble valley was next to freak out and it began to groan a bold and brassy tune as the sky turned pitch black. Rockets, comets and shooting stars careened at top speed everywhere you looked while simultaneously, weeny little children began having birthday parties in every kindergarten in the whole wide world. Tinselly ribbons burst out of their party poppers in a brilliant frenzy saturating laminex floors which turned into magic carpets of the shiniest glitter. Imagine! Meanwhile in Mozarella town Jarrad, Brigitte and Julie along with all the creatures great and small, had begun morphing into the finest instruments ever made for music - wind, string and wood. Slowly their skeletal structures opened wide, revealing lungs and hearts beating wild inside their rib cages, and all it took was just one look from the entity behind the flags, and one by one the three people were transformed into the feather breasted animals Peacock, Dove and Eagle. Suddenly in a snap, they were strapped into the front seat of the air balloon truck, and zoomed at light speed away, to play their first ever gig as a musical trio called 'Your Animal'. On the way, they were chased by the fuzz because their vehicle looked mildly suspicious to the gentry who were on high alert due to reports of mafia activity in the region.
Later in the night, we were sitting around the campfire telling ghost stories and we found out 'the entity' behind the white flags, had taken hold of Julies mind on purpose and made her crash into Jarrad! Wow! But she was only meant to frighten him a little (not knock him completely unconscious) and shortly after that, 'entity' fessed up that the accident with Brigitte falling down the you-know-what was also part of a cunning plan to unite the three, in a musical trinity of incomprehensibility forevermore. Thus, Your Animal are an experimental vision from Mars. If you can get with that.
And what of "Hey Jimmy" Jimmy Cannone? You heard nothing capiche!
Dear Your Animal, we would love to play some gigs with you? just name the time and place....meanwhile perhaps you can come and play with us at this party? xxxx Yours, DollSquad
This is not normal.......Gruntbucket are gonna bring some freaks to support them this thurday 27th at Yah Yahs. Its still a bit of a suprise but get down early 8:30ish to see some weird shit circus action.Then you should be ready for Gruntbucket blow your tiny little minds to pieces.
Haha....!!! Do it....Don't be scared....Or gay..."Oh I gotta work fri" CryCry Cry...."There too loud" Kinda Shit!!
