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About Me

Firstly NO FUCKING R'N'B SHITE SO DON'T ASK, Secondly,Our frenzied music making began 6 years ago after we observed each other after taking some high powered blotter acid, the deal was done and stars were born. A mutual adoration of chemicals, bongo's and bass began as a joke, shit man even the red hot chili peppers started off as a joke, but then it got serious, deadly fuckin serious, we've been on the run/tour for the last 3 years, total mental and physical collapse is now a strong reality, but we keep going to share what love we have with you, our fucking solid fans!We shall travel through some extremely dark places, To witness any shame, giving and sharing together at the bloc on fridays for the music love in where we shall share our passions and unsustained middle 20's debauchery (theres a condom machine in the gents so if we could keep it clean that would be nice, no more umbrellas for the fella's if you know what i mean) And if retarded folk keep asking for r'n' fucking b I will fucking knife you and put you in a taxi back to Wisbeach, March, Spalding or whichever other ditch you crawled out of. Any other requests are more than welcome and we will make a concerted effort to play the music that makes you sticky in your undercrackers

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

groupies, dealers, ian, eric cantona, other Bongo & Bass, Jazz/Thrash/psycodelia fusion bands, lexa and maddie,ian, the guy who threw that bottle at me in iceland (your a god damn dead man if i get my hands round your throat you son of a bitch), people who understand what we are about and have the vision to see through the clouds (99.9% need not apply)and ian, myself when we're kicking friday nights in the teeth!!....and ian, The guy who stole my pen to take 10 minutes write R Kelly on the bottom of a newspaper ( 6 letters and 10 minutes!!! fucking retard!!!!)I need to talk to you. My ass without having to use a mirror. Hunter S Thompson if he was still alive. Father Ted, again if he was still alive. And some of the sweet mother fookers who i've passed along the road but decided to take another route.

My Blog

security

Security.....what does this word mean in relation to life as we know it today?for the most part, it means safety and freedom from worry. It said to be the end that all men strive for; but is security ...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Nov 2006 02:33:00 GMT

Saturday Gambit

What ever happened to saturday afternoons down the pub? Since when did we become so unsophisticated that the thought of light debate and genteel conversation became a burden that we were no longer abl...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Sep 2006 04:28:00 GMT

social economising

20.30 virtual judgement day, the ravages of social weekendizing are becoming obvious, indecision, non-sustainable brain processes, and undiluted confusion, these are the days we will never forget, qui...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Jun 2006 12:28:00 GMT

dismantled state of affairs

nearly had a nervous break dance during the course of mid afternoon, but fell dramatically in to a bar and talked long hard about labour politics, long ball, and chronological tapestry,to an old man, ...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Jun 2006 16:04:00 GMT

a new begining

i'm gonna get drunk and do one of these later, i'll fuckin show you i can and i will.
Posted by on Sun, 21 May 2006 03:31:00 GMT