Member Since: 10/13/2005
Band Website: kuntandthegang.co.uk
Band Members: Kunt - Vocals, Keyboards, Drum Machines.
Little Kunt - Vocals, Kazoos.
When Little Kunt gets on your tits, smack him over the fucking head
Influences: The Macc Lads, Silicon Teens, Viz, Jilted John, Carry On films, Nursery Rhymes and Carol Vorderman.
why not stay and have a little fiddle with your joystick?
i always knew i was a handsome bastard and here's the fuckin proof!
and for anyone that ever thought little kunt was a bit effeminate...
Sounds Like: "Just when you thought all the great choruses had been used, Kunt and the Gang arrive to show Coldplay how it's done in jaw-dropping, potty mouthed style."
NME
"A one man filth machine...the perfect soundtrack to a drunken lads' night in."
BIZARRE
"Life-affirmingly puerile stuff, set to one of the most infectious and upbeat melodies imaginable."
CHARLIE BROOKER IN THE GUARDIAN
"Our favorite band - for at least ten minutes last Friday..."
ROLLING STONE
"From Basildon to Baghdad, by the end of the year Kunt's gonna be on
everybody's lips..."
FIESTA
"The child in me was in hysterics but the rest of me couldn't stop wincing."
MUSICTRUTH.CO.UK
"SINGER'S VULGAR STAGE NAME SPARKS OUTRAGE"
BASILDON ECHO
"Forget Cock-Rocking, Kunt-Popping is bound to be the biggest thing
this year. Remember where you heard it first."
KNAVE
"Imagine The Macc Lads singing along to a Casio Keyboard... lyrically insane from start to finish."
PUNKGLOBE.COM
"A cult in the making"
BENT MAGAZINE
"...a cacophony of smut that'd make Jim Davidson blush"
NOISY FANZINE
"If Kunt doesn't receive a Brit in the next two years I'll lick my
dog's bollocks."
BINGO, FIESTA
"The sexiest band of all time... or just some gimp with his knob out?"
TEXTUAL MOLESTER
"Imagine, er, Momus crossed with Depeche Mode, Benny Hill, Ronnie Barker and Roy Chubby Brown and youre somewhere on the way to the schoolboyish toilet and onanism transfixed filth that drives this whole venture on."
SOUNDS XP
If you've scrolled down this far you're either bored to fuckery or the boss is out on lunch. Why not waste another five minutes leaving a message with our fridge magnets that some other cunt is going to come along and wipe off in about ten minutes?
It's a good job you can't see inside our fridge because you'd see that it's actually full of dead gay men's body parts just like Dennis Nilsen. There's a cock and bollocks wrapped in clingfilm that me and little kunt are gonna have for lunch tomorrow with some pesto.
Record Label: Disco Minge Records
Type of Label: Indie