Through all the different bands they all played in before the inevitable, they knew there had to be more. Tired of mundane, wishy washy drosh that had become band rehersal, they all searched for something greater. Realising the Holy Grail was unataneble, they decided to search for something a little easier to find. Quite how they found each other is a mystery, but here they were, like peas in an under-sized pod. They knew they had all the pieces to the puzzle, but where there should have been a door on the country cottage, ther stood a roze bush. They would have to carry on working on the puzzle, but by that time the puzzle had solved itself. And that's when it happend. The exit of lead singer, Steve Watson. After an audition with a pub local, which unfortunately for him didn't work out. they could feel something strange in the air , like the fallout from an atomic bomb. They realised this whilst still glowing in their radioactive mezmerisation. The four could become three (the Muskateers, the Amigos. Maybe one day they would join the mystic folklore that surrounds these other famous trios). On that cold, dark, wet, autumn afternoon (between the cigarette and chocolate milk breaks,) the fickle finger of fate decided to touch the remaining three at the centre of their very souls. Their destiny had been laid out before their feet on gilded cobbles, all they had to do was decide which shoes to wear.
So there you have it. Mike Squires (aka Thomas Jefferson) on guitar and lead vocals: Sam Hall (aka Edgar Hoover) on drums: and Fran (aka Chester A. Arthur, aka Poppa Sloth) on bass and vocals. To the average music lover, we welcome you to our world. To all the bands out there, where ever you are, you have been fore warned. We are................................YOUR RIVAL!
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