Out For the Motherf**kin Count formed way back in the mists of time, when singer Gez was under 30 and when “Old School Hardcore†was still just “Hardcoreâ€. Comin’ up from the streets of Nottingham, forged amidst the dismal grey concrete and the tattered pigeons, four angry young guys set out to revive a flagging scene, in a flagging city.
Raised on a diet of Judge, Youth of Today, Uniform Choice, Gorilla Biscuits and the like, they took their influences from their US inspirations, even accommodating a straight-edger in the band as a concession to their often X-ed up heroes. Settling on the name Out For the Count, or OFTC, they became regulars at the local haven of Hardcore, The Old Angel (except when banned…), as well as recording and playing throughout the UK, from London, Liverpool, Manchester, Sheffield, Swansea, not to mention the unnofficial focal point of UK Hardcore…Boston, Lincs.
Lineup changes later caused problems, until finally resolved with the recruitment of Pete, the new bassmachine. With Pete’s added fury, the band began a resurgence, musically more uncompromising and intoxicant-fuelled, recording their (to date) magnum opus and once more shoving their music down the throats of the UK.
But nothing that good lasts forever, and eventually, everyone went their separate ways, Pete becoming a woodland shadow ranger, Gez – like Michael Corleone – getting out for his family’s sake, Boycey burrowing into a musically diverse hole for the next two years and Scotty dedicating his life to the art of shredding and cookery.
But nothing that good ever dies! And so, when the three suns were in alignment, and the river Trent ran red with blood, once more the four were drawn to the city which forged them, dust-covered instruments and beer bottles were raised thricefold, and a mighty diminished chord rang out…they were back to bring the MOSH to the WASH.......!
Oh, and in the intervening period, some French numptys had stolen their name, beware of imposters.......
