June 2005. The hot, dark, dusty stage of the Cube Microplex, Bristol. The cinema's in-house orchestra meets today, but only four members make the rehearsal. What transpires is such an incendiary punk-funk-skronk-jazz noise that the quartet make a pact to take it to the masses. Whether they like it or not. There are to be no more rehearsals - every performance is to be snatched from the knife-edge between silence and catastrophe.
April 1983. Disillusioned with the emerging New Romantic scene, four musicians from backgrounds as diverse as a Queen covers band and a children's entertainment duo come together over a shared love of Kajagoogoo, James Last and ELO. They form Sculpture in an attempt to recapture the heady days when music had a proper tune you could sing along to. Since then, they have been enthralling young and old alike at weddings, parties and their regular Thursday night slot at Weston-Super-Mare's prestigious Red Lion venue.
August 1997. Blue lights in my mirror, and a fire engine speeds past. Moments later, I see the orange-lit smoke rising into the rain-pissing night sky, and I find the road blocked by the flaming wreck of a van. A guitar case, and what might be cymbal stands, are strewn on the tarmac. Getting out of the car, I see something by my feet: a digital audio tape, wet but undamaged. I pick it up as a police officer gestures at me to turn back. The music on that unmarked DAT is what you hear on this site, and what we four musicians strive to re-create for our live audiences, as a tribute to the unknown band who lost everything on that fateful night.
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