About Me
CASH 4 CHAOS- "An assault on the senses" ------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------ Cash 4 Chaos are a 5 piece classic punk rock tribute band, formerly known as The Urban Terrorists (until January 2006) The lineage of the band stretches back to 1996 when the lineup, apart from Mr. Hybrid, was totally different and the majority of material that was played was written by the band, trouble was it was rubbish, we knew it and so did the people who heard it. Lennon and McCartney we weren't! so after a brief hiatus, Max started again in early 2005 and recruited some quality replacements (who also conveniently happened to be long- time friends who'd always previously had other commitments) in the Baron, Doctor and Fourex. Time to step up a gear, start putting food on the table and start enjoying ourselves, which we did at great length throughout 2005 visiting such far flung places like 'a very big field in the middle of nowhere' and playing in a cowshed (next to the chickens!) for the annual village shindig, to playing with the likes of VICE SQUAD (The Baron used to have a pic of Beki Bondage on his bedroom wall when he was younger, although some doubt exists about that, weve had a sneak pic at his school photos....painted on a wall in a cave, top of Hurdsfield, worrying great buffallo herds with two big sticks) and the ANTI NOWHERE LEAGUE. Not surprisingly, Max Hybrid has always been convinced that he is Animals bastard love child, this may be due to the fact that many years ago as a small child he awoke in the gutter, cradled in a studded codpiece, already wearing a pair of wraps, was severely drunk, could string a whole EIGHT swear words together and had a festering sexual perversion, not bad for a kid of three! meeting the great man, instead of 'dad?', what came out was 'pint?', so maybe theres some truth in what he says after all! A major highlight in 2005 was the advent of second guitarist, Stampax, a lunatic of the highest calibre, revered by all who worship at his altar, so much so he is now the self proclaimed first Lord of Lard (property associated with said title consists of 1 full season ticket to the fridge section at Tesco) expect nothing less than filth, depravity and the occasional rude wordwhen you consider he worked closely with the MACC LADS for the last couple of decades as groupie herder/shearer and resident cartoonist/arty type, somethings bound to rub off! Then theres our resident medicine man, famous for turning down Danny Wildhearts band the YO YO's, apparently branding the audition 'rubbish' on account of last orders was looming and I quote 'all that faffing about with guitars was eating into drinkin time!' I am of course referring to Doctor X, the tallest man in the world, taller when he lies down, which is often come the weekend, the engine of the band, driving us all forward, without whom we would have probably gone to sleep more often. Fourex, patron saint of off licences and the holder of the purse strings, a mysterious figure who regails us from time to time of his exploits to distant shores, only last week he told us of his trip to a place called Udasfield or something, when asked how far away this was his answer convinced us that it was indeed further than the Rising Sun on Congleton Road and therefore a pack of lies as everyone knows the world ends at the council tip! Last but not least is Baron Von Marx, some say that he slaughtered all his servants and put his family estate to the torch all because he returned home from a hard days peasant beating to find the local painters had the gall, no, the temerity to overstep the mark and decorate the upstairs shitehouse SUNFLOWER yellow when he specifically requested CANARY!! the aftershocks were heard for miles around although he puts it down to a Bengal special and a box of swan vestas, a likely story indeed! My name is Eric Bisto (second cousin twice halved and sliced from the world famous darts player John Load) and my job if you can call it that is to try and keep them all alive between shows and sometimes be the one who gets to carry all the equipment, thank god for my old mule Besty, without her the trips to the gigs with half a ton of guitar tech would be impossible. Ive heard of something called a 'fan' which can speed the process up as much as TWO TIMES! but when consulting with Fourex was reminded of my responsibilities as chief humper and to put all thoughts of anything that could possibly cost more than a bag of millet out of my head, or he would do it for me....bless im.Profile modified by: The CricketSoda Myspace Profile Editor
