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The Black Marketeers of WWIII

About Me



Commiserations I am The Black Marketeers of World war three.
"Car boot sale Soundclash core"
I sift through jumblesales, carboots, attics, skips, charityshops and anderson shelters. I am a hoarder.
Every sample tells a story. I'm painfully crap at piano.
The ephemeral nuggets of rubbish are then hit, prodded and recorded into a rusty symphony of vague melody.

I'm also the bassist for The High Commissioners.

Once in a blue moon I twiddle with soundtracks. PLEASE CONTACT ME HERE:

[email protected]
YOU MAY PAY ME WITH ADVOCARTS AND PROMISES.

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My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 17/06/2007
Band Members:

The Black Marketeers of World War Three or "TBMOWWT" for short are:

Me with the pretty mouth on banjo

A rubbish mime halfway down a bottle of economy gin on vocals

An Octopus on the Drums and beaking vocals.

A deep south simpleton, framed for moider on the double bass

keys

A sleeping cowboy leaves beany dribble on the harmonica

Evil me plays guitar

An ARRRRRRRgyle sock plays the sanza

Morning breath and furry tongued me sings/ barks / mumbles.
Influences: The Clash, Tom Waits, Ramones,The Pogues, The Cars, Roxy Music, Talking Heads, Early Beatles, Late Elvis, Billy Bragg, Ennio Morricone, Roy Orbison, Stranglers, The Queers, Simon and Garfunkel,Nina Simone, The Cure, Screaching Weasel, Strummer, Duran Duran, The Specials, Calexico, The Beat, Descendents, Faith No More, Leonard Cohen, Madness,Slade, The Move, The Zombies, John Spencer, Tomahawk, Suicide Bid, Babar Luck, Zatopeks, Maximo Park, Libertines, The Hives, Black Heart procession, Nick Cave, Bjork, Radiohead, Young Blood Brass band, Travelling Wilburys, Tom Petty, Neil Young, Dylan, RFTC, The Doors, Sam Cooke, The Wildhearts, Cypress Hill, The Replacements, Toots and the maytals, Otis Reading, Public Enemy, Operation Ivy, Mark Mothersbaugh, Jimmy Cliff, Rolling Stones, Kinks, Suicide Bid, Down I go, Iron Maiden, The Streets, Flogging Molly, Louis Armstrong The Tossers, Migala, Orbital, Buddy Guy, BB King, Curtis Mayfiled, Kosheen, Rancid, Lightyear, Miles Davis, Louis Armstrong, Johnny Cash, Sneaker Pimps, Gogol Bordello, Portishead,
and so on, and so forth....

Those cheeky Black Marketeers gayly endorse the following:Red Wine, Rum / El ron Negre, Bookshops- dusty, mucky ones. None of this Borders crap. The Macabre, Myths & Folklore & general embelishment of truth, Holland and Barrett Scotch Eggs, Veggie haggis, Vimto, Salad Cream, Cuppas, prosthetic cuppas, Cobs not Subs, Scrumping for apples and other petty victorian crimes, Chick peas in many foms, Latino Chips from High Tide, Kings Heath. A tramps banquet. Challenge Pils. It's imaginary. Cats, otters and Lizzards. Most animals. Some Dogs, though not many. Mexico, Bounding, Roy and Hayley Cropper, Dinosaurs- deinonychus, iguanadon, Icthyosaurs. The peculiar and absurd, Sideburns, Common colds, Treasure, bounty, booty, Vengeance
Sounds Like: The best joke in the world. told badly. with a runny nose.

Record Label: Unsigned

My Blog

Ruff

www.myspace.com/thehighcommissioners   Finally got some live acoustic tunes up. See them as an apetizer, like a prawn toast, bahjee, whale blubber cob, goat-ice or cambodian soup of the day ...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Mar 2008 14:30:00 GMT

Time to kill.

..:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />ALONG WITH EVERYONE ELSE, I'VE BEEN FANNYING AROUND WRITING A BOOK FOR YEARS. RECENTLY I WAS ASKED IF I COULD PROVIDE A SHORT S...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Mar 2008 14:52:00 GMT

Lent.

  (being a man of the cl;oth) For Lent this year, I have decide to give up pretending to smoke a pipe in photographs. It's getting ridiculous, it's not big clever or flattering. Irony I here you ...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Feb 2008 12:27:00 GMT

MY NEW BAND.

I have nodes. Or to emphasise their unpleasantness, NODES. These little blighters have been gestating in my throat for a fortnight and are the reason why about a week ago my normal velvety Terry Wogan...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Jan 2008 09:40:00 GMT

Progressive head cold music.

I have lost my voice. Well almost nearly.   On reassessing the situation it's much worse. Much MUCH worse. Fate and the comet-like tail end of my annual Christmas lurgie has left me with a vocal ...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Jan 2008 12:17:00 GMT

The day the earth stood on the man at C&A

....Is the title of my new song yet myspace, determined to reduce the populous to communicating in beeps, clicks and X's has decided to limit the number of characters in the title to the mere The...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Jan 2008 14:29:00 GMT