The Leather Clads were formed not so long ago possibly 2 years maybe less, my mind mistakes me. Starting in the bedroom the reverb wasnt so great so we migrated into the garage or as we call it the studio where the spiders love to dwell and sing.
Many Thursday afternoons Bentley, Lubrano and Souz jammed out the tunes to fowler road and as our senses developed and Bj came a knocking we reached for the rum and sang to Baby, your the one!!
Bj set the bass for Gazebo in Lubrano's neighbours yard whilst Souz showed symptoms of schizophrenia and wanted out. The band was shaky and Bentley got anxious so he reached for a soothing cuppa.
Whales were dead on the beach with only a slight hope of return to the sea. Souz left for the day spa and returned as a hunter in need of an intoxicating beat, just as Bentley was getting sassy in the head.
Deception was running through our brains again the colour just stopped and Dids stepped in like a tamborine man from a marching band. As we braved the weather and drank the rain The Leather Clads are now in the run for fame
