September 2004: Three frustrated teenagers in Sheffield.
Frustration at what? you may well ask.
Where are the stars? they reply.Too many shoe-gazing, teen-angsty, self-piteous wankers. Whatever happened to wanting to be on Top of the Pops? Whatever happened to wanting to be on the cover of Smash Hits? Where are the egos? Where are the stars?Let's do something about it: Lets be Sweet and Adam & The Ants, Duran Duran and the Pistols. Lets write big, dumb sing-it-in-a-field-with-10,000-space-cadets tunes. Lets put on a fucking show...And so BabyPinkStar came to be. But Tomas, Alice and Ben couldnt find a competent drummer How can so many people be so deluded? Fuck it, we'll use a laptop. They became another in the long line of drummer-less trios to emerge from Sheffield.They played festivals, they played clubs, they played and they played, anywhere and everywhere. But they werent sure that anyone would actually get it. A bit of rock, a bit of punk, a touch of glam, some bleeps and beats. Who the fuck sounds like this? Ah, but were not following fashion, were starting itThe unscene youth agreed.Then they played a toilet hassled by scarf wearing indie-kids who think they discovered Joy Division, abused by a gang of skins for being a bunch of make-up wearing queers it was all too much for bleepy the laptop. The pint of camel piss that landed on him might've swayed it a touchLuckily, in the audience that night, was Breezie. A real-life human drummer. He could hit things in time with the music and everything. He wasnt scared of the technology. He loved the cocky, arrogant bastards hed just witnessed. He joined the next day. He debuted at the Leadmill 2 weeks later. He rocked.They hit the studio, recorded some stuff, talked to important people about becoming media whores in a good old fashioned awkward and contrary style.
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