“Lazing Gin-Men, they’ve come a long way to be here tonight so petrol money would be appreciated. Would you please slap your thighs together for…“
The Wee Smas are a carful of the laziest, most annoying musicians never to have graced some of Hamburg’s finest ensembles. Apart from (our drummer) Isi, who is a bona fide Rock God, and probably in some book somewhere cause he was a member of Ougenweide (although I doubt if there’s a photo – but that wouldn’t be because he’s hard on the eye).
They drag a sorry sack of tunes around behind them and seldom turn down a chance to painfully drone their way through dirge after dreary dirge until the screaming starts. Nobody leaves a Wee Smas concert unchanged.
Audience members often suffer trembling, night sweats, armpit sores, nocturnal emissions, gum blisters, debilitating drowsiness and have been known to lose the plot altogether. In 1998 for example, a young tartan-clad lad got lifted after a Wee Sma’s gig for gaun roun-an-roun toon gaun:
“Aye, naw, aye bit naw. Aye, naw, aye bit naw.â€
Thank you for listening and comments,
The Wee Smas, December 2008
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