In Lawrence (FELT, DENIM etc.)'s own words: 'in the 70's, there were Osmonds, there were lots of Osmonds, lots of little Osmonds everywhere...' Well in my own words: in 1972 there was Pink Moon by Nick Drake, there was Ziggy Stardust by Bowie and most of all there was Arny Parny's primal scream performed in the maternity hospital of one of the most improbable places on earth, i.e. Amiens. The performance was such that Arny decided to create and name a band referring to this memorable year. Suffering from a severe addiction to VALIUM after the meningitis that occurred on the eve of the chap's first birthday, Arny stopped singing and developed an unusual fascination for table tennis. The latter led him on the edge of lunacy and it was not before 1989 that an amazing teacher in literature, J.J. Arenilla (R.I.P.), managed to arouse the deepest poetic verve within the teenager's heart and brain. The years that followed were dedicated to poems, to short stories, to Syd Barrett-like home recordings and to English literature. The young bard taught and studied in England. He later moved to Chicago where he started (and never finished) a Ph.D. on Pierre Jean Jouve and Benjamin Fondane... In 2009, the gentle Arny rediscovers his primal scream, whether it be happy-go-lucky, Dionysian or melancholic, and the original musical project that went along with it: 1972. Backed up by his young brother, Fred, and two time-honoured friends & foes, Christopher B. and the dangerous Kaiser M., Arny decided to record a 2-track-2-hit-single. The latter is to be followed by an album in 2010...
