Long ago, the smoke thins. It is a bar, it's late, there are several very drunk and dishevelled characters sat around the table. A voice speaks “ I gorra goo’ idea†it says unsteadily “ lez form a band, I can play guitar a bit.†“ yeah so can I†slurs another. “ So can I†A third voice retorts. A fourth squints his eyes in concentration, farts, scratches his head before declaring “me too, how about a curry?â€
Thus that day unencumbered by the rigours of intelligence, talent or ability the band that would become the IFOB was born.
Meanwhile, in a parallel lifetime when Llamas roamed the wilds of the fens, a dark figure begins to fashion an instrument from bog oak and plans his move from the mixing desk to the stage.
The IFOB gigged for a few years using various pseudonyms such as Lead-Free Zeppelin, Airport Convention and Ciggy Ashdust & The Gliders From Bars.
Storm clouds gathered. Under pressure from illusive drummers and musical differences...Was that a B-Flat or a mangled wasp? The IFOB decided to call it a day.....or was it a D?
Until.........Shaking, confused and reeling out of a smoke and alcohol fueled haze.
A spark, a small embryo. two long haired gits and an ex Llama (?) but
alas no drums.
A false start. then a new hope, Star Wars, arse warts. A drummer. The
first shaky gig!.
Out of the past into the future, dressed in black, Bon vivour, self
confessed pervert. (bringing the total known or suspected up to
five). Thus it was complete, it lives...
for a while at least ..Flight, fight, faltered steps, one falls..
The beat goes on ...wearing purple!
A living, growing thing. Keep checking back to read the evolving story.......................................THE KARSIE CHIEFS!!
Start wearing purple, wearing purple.
Start wearing purple for me now.
All your sanity and wits they will all vanish, I promise.
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