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It's probably worth pointing out that De Carabas are no more and haven't been for sometime, hence the complete lack of recent gigs or new music.
If I'm honest, I think we actually split up about 2-2.5 years ago LOL! The reason for the split was due to family commitments. Brucey became a dad about 2 years ago, Bisto became a dad last December, and I'll be a father in October, so time has been quite the commodity recently and not one that we can easily fritter away on a band.
But feel free to stick around and listen to our songs - some, like Wreckage, Silver and Gold, or Astronaut, are pretty good! So thanks for listening when we were still around and now too, and who knows, maybe one day, we'll write another song.
Peace x
REVIEW!!! Here are some excerpts from the 'BLAM' review of the gig we played at the Tunbridge Wells Forum on August 25th 2006:
...De Carabas are as hard a band to dislike as they are to define. They might all be on the wrong side of thirty, but their experience provides them with an ear for driving touchy-feely pop tunes (not unlike certain early efforts from Cosmic Rough Riders) which knock spots off most of the products of pub bands inflicted on the drinking classes round these 'ere parts. A fun little cabaret, busying themselves with playful humour, funky rhythms, honey-sweet harmonies and the twinkling lights reflecting off their fine-voiced frontman Bruce's shiny bonce!
Excellent songs such as the irritatingly catchy "Silver & Gold", or the slow-burning but maddeningly powerful "Wreckage", make superb use of dynamics and soulful passion, as does a faithfully exuberant cover of QOTSA's "No One Knows"; De Carabas make hugely expressive music. Greyer, wiser, more talented and more confidently eloquent than many of their Stable peers, get 'em to play your party and you'll have yourself a blast...
LEAD GUITAR - Bisto Inferno:
Born into guitardom from the ancient flames of the mountain called Monkey, this 6-string aficionado struts the stage of the world, rockin hard with unsurpassed gusto! His real name cannot be uttered in the human tongue, but if it could, it would spell the sweetest melody known to man. Although Mr Bisto has many talents, it is worth remembering when talking to him, that he has no knowledge of the letter M, nor the number 37 strange, but true!
DRUMS - Stix:
Originally moulded from the many sands available to purchase at any Jewsons Builders Merchant emporium, the master of tribal rhythms knows little more than how to bang out a red hot beat or two. Obsessed with these sweet beats (and Terrys Chocolate Orange), he slumbers like a bear in the caves along the coast of the U.K. It is difficult (but not impossible) to approach this fine figure of a man without noticing the strange aura that surrounds him. Perhaps even stranger, is that if you look REALLY close, it is apparent that a Flake from a 99 protrudes erratically from his rythmatic mind!
LEAD VOX - Bones (Boney Maloney):
Bones is in fact, half-man, half-crab so dont read too much into those cheeky sideways glances he might throw your way from time to time. When he isnt scuttling about in rock pools scavenging for more hair-brained money-making schemes, he devotes the majority of his time to drawing large-breasted stickmen who fight for freedom against mutant beetles in a land far, far away. He has been known to find time to pen a lyric or two in between these ridiculous battles some which are cool, some which are excellent! He also like badgers.
GUITAR AND BACKING VOX - Yoda:
Whittled from a gargantuan pine tree by a dyslexic Mexican Tapas bar owner, the power of the Yoda is as strong as.wellpine! A reluctant hero, he moves from town to town, picking fights with bad guys and occasionally slaying the odd wolverine with a frickin twelve gauge. He is also an amazing disco dancer, once winning the coveted Golden Flares award for most dance troupes trounced in a single evening. He can often be found frontin on street corners, jive talkin with sad wannabe mofos, persuading them to take him on in elaborate dance-offs that theyll never win hes too good! Interestingly enough, his middle name is Marlow.
BASS AND BACKING VOX - Bag Man Boo (a.k.a. Funky Dan):
Sent back in time from a dark future where there is no real music left and society has been hypnotised into listening only to constant pathetic drone of Coldplay and James Blunt. The Bag-Meister F1000's body is made of a mysterious substance known as purePhunk which enables him to morph himself into rhythm weapons and grooving instruments. The infectious sub-bass grooves he produces can control all humans or make their heads explode in amazement, depending on the frequency. Why does he not simply turn himself into a piano and play Bruce Hornsby and The Ranges's 'Just the Way it is"? Well, fortunately Funky Dan cannot replicate complex moving parts. The Bag has come back from the future to save music. This requires, amongst other things, the assassination of X-Factor's Chico (who will, in the future, be the most powerful Shite-Pop-Lord in history, after Black Lace), the removal of James Blunt's testicles and the smashing of Chris Martin's piano. Once this is done, Man-Boo must destroy himself by lowering himself slowly into the frier at Dave's fish and chip shop, opposite the Compasses.
