About Me
"He said I like to pretend I'm emo, is that a crime?...Yeah it is!"
Guy we do duely appologize, as Myspazz is a bit of a cunt hole and isn't letting upload our songs....bastards *shakes fist*. Hopefully we will sort this out.yay.
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WE RULE.
The sad and painful tale of the band fondly known as 'Dustbin' began in early 2005 when Madison and Kesh met by chance, at the set for Hogwarts in the epic movie of Harry Potter Return of The Emo Child and his Scarf, generally refered to as Brighton College (school of excellence...hmm). Madison at the time was wearing a shameful 'My Chemical Romance' Tee-shirt which was soon to be ditched for tee-shirts sporting more secular bands such as 'The Early November' and 'Busted'. Madison now denies all knowlege of such a tee-shirts where-abouts or any rumours about the ownage of any so titled CD's (if you have any information call the fashion police on 01273 445544 [not actual number]).
Anyways after deffering from the subject, Madison and Kesh swiftly became Father and Daughter, aka 'friends' and enjoyed such activities and scaring young children and talking excessivly about 'emo' music. At the same point, a certain 'Harry Potter Scarf' became the focal point of their lives after having been obtained in WH Smiths during the summer, it was to become the inspiration for the band, and a noteable social appearance worn by either one of the scally wags.
On one trip to Keshes very own studio (oh yes he is a rich kid, therefore he is swiftly turning indie) Madison and himself started laying down the blue-prints for what was to become Dustbin, after Madison blurted many random names out in the street, much to the annoyance of passers by!
After recording a few tracks (I like your alpine forest, Madison ...) with just the two of them, Kesh announced that they needed a Bassist. Soon a young scene kid called 'Marc' was approached, after having been discovered at a beach party (involving an amusing tale which included the mocking of emo and a vodka bottle cutting Madisons hand), he became the inspiration for the 'Marc song' (obviously) which features the lyrics 'I'm sorry Marc, your not as cool as you seem to think you are.'
The band recorded some songs in only one session with Marc, however they were never to meet and record again. And so Marc was ditched, sorry Marc if your reading this, we love you and everything but we are saying goodbye...if you didn't know...which you didn't. We won't reveal the fuller information on why he is no longer in the band as it involves explicit language and useage of toy trolls.
On their wanders Kesh and Madison also came across yee olde Tom bycylee, tall in stature unlike the rest, and also very bycycle like. He was to become the Screamer...or is.
Madison was also introduced to a young boy by the name of Seb, who was pointed at by a young Gremlin like retared rib Parachute pantaloon wearing creature (aka liam, if your out there, have you got any cider mate?) as he announced 'Hes an emo too!' at a beach party. Seb and Madison took a liking to the same past times which mainly included mocking rib boy and labelling people as posers. It turned out the young man was a Bassist...which is going to come in handy somewhere!
Kesh and Madison are soon to return to the studio in the coming weeks, with Tom and Seb to complete there final recordings, and hopefully create the long awaited EP of 'Look at you! your on a bench...and the bag went into the road.'
The END...or is it?
Well no, as of recently a young man named Marc Knight our old bassist) has proceeded to claim ownership of the title of manager...he will use his strong knightley powers of hair care and management abillities to guide us on our way to global fame/the gutter. We love you Marc.
In latter times, there has been lack of contact with the renowned Marc Knight, however a new member has been added. Small instature, but not as small as Madison, youngest of age...Freddy, son of Jimmy (Angels Cry...name drop there aaayee), is the dinamic last touch to the back as second guitarist. His social links will hopefully prove handy at a latter stage as he should prove his worth.
After quickly dropping a dead weight, (Tom, the old screamer) Dustbin should soon get a move one. Now there are no cunt faces left to destroy the band, who is content with the knowledge that they are the most unserious band in history. fuck and cunt who recons with that knowledge. Tom is ghey.
