A hearty welcome to one and all...or for the dyslexic amongst you luygiurg oihkb uhuytu. The band who'll be givin' it some throughout the pages lurking inside are SILENCE. If you're a fan of frilly shirted, velvet suited, dickie bowed crooners [mmmmm - Ed.], OH DEAR!
This band play the songs that they themselves like to hear, you can't put your balls into something you don't enjoy (unless you're drunk in which case your balls develop a life of their own). Musical taste is an individual thing (for example 2 Unlimited, Westlife or a herd of sheep running away from a spade wielding soldier...), and you can't please everyone - so the band just please themselves and let enthusiasm and energy drive the evening along. This band never pretend to be cool with a "Hey look at us, we're in a band aren't we wonderful" head up the arse kind of way. [Oooh! Listen to her! - Ed.]
Let's face facts - if they were playing stadiums and shifting millions of albums then they would look really cool. But then they wouldn't be down the Prince every month, they'd be driving cars into swimming pools, shagging Patsy Kensit^* or choking on their own vomit whilst being whipped senseless by a leather clad sadist.^**. A cool band... I thinketh not!
These guys are mates first and foremost and it's all about having fun (and beer) and after over a decade on the road together there has been an awful lot of that. This isn't an act, what you see is what you get. They've done the record company bit, the gigs in London, the radio appearences, the Battle of The Bands, but now essentially they just play live - no tapes, no drum machines [no taste and decency from Mark - Ed.], just the dying art of Live Rock 'N' Roll.

Why?...... because they love it.

^*A must for the apprentice Rock Star
^**Well, there was that one time with the tranny at the Golden Lion....