Well, what is there to say about Special Man?
Aside from an upbringing on the plains of East Yorkshire, which revolved around falling over, getting into trouble with the pea farming community and creating general craziness with partner in crime The Black Cockerel, Special Man took to the foothills of West Wales to learn about life, the universe and all the alcoholic beverages that the UK has to offer.
Listening to a mix of hard rock, hip hop and those records from the bargain bin in HMV that not even the school disco DJ bloke would buy, Spesh's aspirations to become an international God among left-handed gingers were overwhelming and this led him to move to the cultural – and spiritual – home of amazing music, South-Central Rugby.
After much soul-searching and playing with half-eaten packets of soap, Spesh finally got with the the 'in-crowd' through showing off by inserting his head through the hole in James Last 45s. This brought critical acclaim from non other than than Heaven 17's cleaner and the rest is, as they say, history...
Now in 2007, Special Man is taking to the streets and plundering your taste buds with a warm, milky cocktail of stuff that can't even be classified (not literally but musically), with it culminating in his monthly slot at the superb Farm Fresh night in his home town's super-dooper Style Lounge Bar.
As John Craven from Newsround once put it: That man sure know how to funk you up, bruvva. Huh!!!
See you on the other side...
... here's something I designed earlier! Log onto http://speshart.deviantart.com/ for more goodies from the world of Spesh!! :)
