Myspace Layouts at Pimp-My-Profile.com / Green skullsHidden in a haunted sea mansion on the deadly coast of Western Australia, a vault of haunted sea scrolls has finally bin uncovered, revealing what we already knew - The Feends are Australias crappest garage band ever. Emerging here from a weedy cave like fly larvae, for you!, to reclaim the mystic tyde of surf and garage notiriety, to again push the disparity between hype and talent in one foul swoop of zombified garage grime and cheese, is a forgotten vault of cursed treasures. This rotting sarcophagous of paraphenalia is spurting forth evidence of a once despised entity, The Feends, who spooked this stormy ghost city of Perth in a rule of ghouls, possessed organs and uncontained distortion. Buzz! Fad and damn proud of it, the hack talents of this body snatching, ever morphing combo of stomach mouthed tossers created disquiet amongst the kiosks and cemetaries of the beach side death town in a humdrum drought of post Stems inertia by suiting themselves scantily in thrift store rejects and emitting more fuzz than a bargain bin leopard skin vest. Two chords. Two ideas (actually less). A large tube of fake blood. A Farfisa that just won’t shut up. Always promising, but never delivering. Dead proof that it is better to play badly well than well badly. Aghhhhhhhhhhhh! Don’t slip on that false eyelash! Amongst cockroches and slime, more unsane tunes and pics are bening uncovered as we speak.