Pub Rock's Coming Home For Christmas

We've had some rum old gigs in the village over the years. Some have been triumphant, others less so. Some have been packed, others less so. Some have been sober, others less so. Some even hinted at genuine musical prowess and others, well, you get my drift...

But we really wanted this one to count. It was pretty much four years to the day that we debuted in the very same corner of the very same pub. A lot has gone on since. The main differences were that this time around, we had a shitload more gear to set up, a real dilemma about how we were going to get the set down to under 2 hours, flashy lights and special effects, daft hats and a dress code, and, in case you hadn't heard, a Christmas Single to launch...

December 2007...

The village people didn't let us down. They turned out in droves, the Thorverton Arms was fuller than it had been in many a moon. Moods were elevated by the sense of occasion and the free, vibe inducing mince pies and quality street.

We played, by and large, a stonking couple of sets.  Inevitably, the curfew was thrown to the four winds, largely as a result of the frenzy whipped up by our sexy Christmas Cowgirls, who led the crowd through not one but two singalong-an-Oh christ it's christmas-es.

November 2011...

We finished with a big ol' go at Won't Get Fooled Again which brought, like Bernie's milkshake, all the girls to the yard, who, in their youth and loveliness were more distracting than any exploding amps and breaking strings could ever be. At least Bunting was smiling.

So, a lovely time was had by us all, the single is well and truly out there, and we're counting down to the festive season like 5 year olds. Buy the single here or here! Or both!

We love you lot.

See ya down the front!
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Whats Black and says ROCK!?

Following some hasty arrangements in a pleasure ground in Bourneville, This was our first time at the Black Horse under the new management. As you know, what we do is high concept pop art masquerading as gonzo drinking music, and the all new Blackie was to be our canvas. Naturally, we were keen to perform to the highly shambolic standards to which you have become accustomed.

The set up was ridden with crises. Too much furniture. Too few plugs. Zero stove pipe clearance. This resulted in creative use of sofas, mercy dashes across town and the third appearance on stage of that most frightful of modern contrivances, the Bowler Hat.

But we made it onto the stage on time. What followed was a triumphant blast through some of the outer reaches of our set. Unfortunately for Bunting, it appears Lola is going to become a regular again. Fortunately for Harry, it turns out the rest of us don't need a '1-2-3-4', when a '1-ugh-ugh-nggg' will suffice. Unfortunately for Bernie, bellowing for three hours is once again on the cards now he's fag free. And fortunately for Mark, the smoke machine was positioned such that not only was he visible for whole minutes at a time, but he could even see his own hands occasionally.

A good time was certainly had by all, from the lovely dancing girls to the AC/DC boys from North Devon, through to the frankly masochistic Tone Army regulars.

Any gig that ends up with Bernie lying on his back with Bunting astride him, spraying the Big Rock Ending (c) of Purple Rain over the crowd in a frankly disturbing phallic bass orgasm can't be bad.

Dennis the landlord wants us back, we brought joy to more than a few, and our mojo is still a-rising. Not a bad nights work!

Thanks for coming - we all did too. We'll see you next week for some smashed champagne bottles at the Christmas Single Launch Party! Tally ho and all that!

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Beware of Modwardians bearing gifts....

You know us now.  We're gents, we're generous, we genuinely love you.  At every gig, we always always try to give at least a few of you something to remember us by.  But what with modern antibiotics and morality we've resorted to handing out collectable pin badges as tokens of our love instead.  Hey ho.  Modern times.  If you ask us, things have been going steadily downhill ever since that tyke Brunel stole our look.

But for those of you who like to keep their badge collection complete, we've just added another four exclusive designs to the 17 that are already out there.  There are only 50 of each getting made up, by our amazing and accomodating compadres at http://www.badgesforbands.com/. Those guys are great.  We love them.  They go the extra half mile.  If they were a band, they'd be us. 

If you want one of these frankly sexy badges, track us down over the next few gigs.  We'll be revealing what we anticipate one of our most in demand designs to date at the Single Launch party in the village on the 19th - it's an immortalisation in tin of Titillating Tess in a frankly stimulating Stovepipe / Satin Gaga combo.  We'll leave the rest to your fertile imaginations.  

And let's not be coy.  We hand them out in exchange for loyalty, raucous dancing and lewd behaviour - even better, all three.

See you down the front!

Love you byeeeee!

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