One year a hillman named Bronson fell through the roof of his house while repairing his weathervane. His wife Rotetta, ran in screaming, thinking a fox or coyote had penetrated their humble abode. Quick with his blade a street unfolded and we started this band.It was a rough wooing like years after Falstaff and so it came to be a new addition of Tina to the three pieces of Mick and Pacics.The drummer likes to listen to The Church. Replace the Scottish brothers Jim and William Reid with Croation brothers who create the rhythm instead of that guitar noise and don’t fight or anything.Then you have two part harmonies and sh*t from Mick and Tina and those two part harmonies are seared with guitars that make it sweet and crunchy like crème brulee – but a tough kind of crème brulee where you break through the crust and it’s filled with whisky or some other liquor that sounds tough.Brian’s bass holds Mick hair while he’s puking and drunk driving, sitting in each others laps. Tina’s synth should be in a musical named Korgy and Bess. Kevin’s drums are the exact opposite of Michael Anthony’s bass lines in Van Halen.
