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Jore was the son of a chimney sweep in the 1920s. For thrippence a week, he would run between adjusting the pan in the hearth and handing his father tools outside with a tagline. His relationship with his father can best be characterised by listening to the "tap tap, clunk clunk" of his dad's boots on the tiled roofs of Stockton. It was from these first working years after The Great War that he derived a keen sense of percussion and vowed, should he survive the next eighty-odd years, to start what he called "a rock'n'roll band."
Jesse, after playing a major strategic role in the victory over FOX in the 2999 Nuclear Media War, was granted an honourable discharge from the BBC and retired to his yacht on the Sea of Tranquility, which had been filled over hundreds of years with iWater after Steve Jobs first colonised the moon in 2033. Jesse spent most of his time studying the history of 30th Century guitar until he'd saved enough of his officer-class pension to take a time holiday back to 2004 and relive the dying years of what they used to call "rock'n'roll."
Al was working in a frozen mongoose stand at Charlestown Square one day, and decided to nip off to the staff toilets for a quick piss. No sooner had he made it into the foul room than he heard the door lock behind him. Quickly spinning around and assuming a Feng Shui attack stance, he found himself facing two unlikely characters. A skinny, sooty old man, and a four-star general of the BBC. They hauled him into one of the stalls and forced his head into the tepid water, flushing over and over and yelling "NERD!" What a coincidence, then, that a year later the three of them ended up starting an indie rock band called "Glass Army."