STAMFORD HILL GUN CLUB

SHGC are proud perveyors of tweed, taxidermy and crackly old vinyl collections. We play a high voltage selection of dirty old blues-based music with touches of the unexpected, the bizaare and the surreal. Androids step back. We like: wiley, red verbs exchanged in boozy passing, animals (in general), miniscule of sound (now there's an idea) cats (see animals), complicated women, noble rapscallions and scallywags of all descriptions, ships, sirens, pirates, coconuts, jellybeans, goosebumps, soft, wet, panting kisses, the sweat on the small of a womans back, ferral strangers, aligators, lady-ators, ladybirds, being bitten, cherries, screamin' jay hawkins, voodoo, xylophones, 45" static, stars, chocolate, mambo (yes Kev, mambo), rainbows, listening to the movement of the spheres, the smell of dew in the morning (before you've been to bed), silly romantic sentiments disguised within flipant, cynical remarks, booze (oh, the wizdom of the grain), booze, Spike Milligan, booze, wizards (yep), lizards, memories, booze, memories, the soft reverb of well-heeled vixens echoing in the dancehalls of Xanadu, the everyday idiocy of people, sweets and mangos (not to be confused with mambo-see above). Cha cha cha. I edited my profile with Thomas Myspace Editor V4.4 (www.strikefile.com/myspace)