Poisoned Electrick Head

1986 – Present. PEH appeared like a spore and thrived on a collective love of freaky music and getting wasted in a most pro-active way. No sitting around on beanbags contemplating navels but many forays into the woods at night in a right state, along with all-night sessions in the Dead Fly Studios (Owned & run by Tjunca and the Prof) ,before it was burnt down.
In the Professor's lab, in isolation, PEH began experimenting bending the laws of physics and through this discovering the Laws of THREE & SEVEN... We began to work until it hurt.
The road to enlightenment is different for each esoteric traveller but ours was paved with blood, vomit, physical pain and tear-inducing laughter...,br/ The music was a beast we adopted. We gave it a home and it taught us tricks. Before long we could jump through hoops and perform muscular acrobatics we never envisaged such a scrawny foundling to be capable of.
From there on-in things developed into a “Cosmodemonic Freak Theater” (Rockerilla magazine, Italy) with the creation of bio-mechanical death masks, matching black shadow suits and frenetic epilepsy - delivered by dual frontmen “overdosed on Lucozade” (Keraang magazine) - who had a knack of inadvertently insulting the audience and generally talking bollocks (only in-between songs of course!)
Five albums on four different labels:
DRINK ME 1986
POISONED ELECTRICK HEAD spring 1992
UNMISTEAKABLY RAINBOW TROUT autumn 1992
THE BIG EYE AM 1994
and THE HANGED MAN 1996
...we were like ‘The Incredible Hulk’ - we had to leave at the end of every episode. Somewhere in the region of 600 concerts plus (we stopped counting around 1995) in Britain and mainland Europe followed.
Inevitably, disinterest from the music business, sheer physical strain psychological turmoil, substance abuse, marital break-ups and those fucking latex masks began to take their toll and PEH was removed from active duty in late 1998. As the TELEBOT - who had been there from the beginning- needed the qualities of PEH and so took them to Ecuador (barefoot).
The boiler suit/masks thing was jettisoned sometime in ’97, deemed to be the barrier between the band and better things. Hindsight can only conclude that somewhere in Iowa, someone was taking notes…:-)
The Proffessor (teacher) has been detailing some personal memorable incidents in his experiences as the keyboard player all documented in the forthcoming book "Take Your Protein Pills".
A personel oddessy.
In the meantime, have a gander at my video up top
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New Project: The Telebot....... Purified Electrick Heart...2008...