N.B. now tentatively re-named "Skomorokh", instruments having unfortunately been added.
Gentle, reflective pastoral verse and sublime Romanticism. No, not really. See it as the flip side of 'Vore Complex'. I wish I had a hardcore, punky street drawl but I'm afraid we're going to have to accept that I do sound more like Toad out of Wind In The Willows*. I don't think he mentions extensive child abuse, Roman showers and brutal auto-cannibalism as much though.
*Or at least I can on occasion, depending which aspect of personality's shining through, and how much K Cider and/or bleach I've guzzled (no joke).
I used to hang around with real comedians - well, sort of - till they all banned me from their watering hole with extreme prejudice for bleeding all over the toilet facilities. Rather than capitulate, I thought I'd create some slightly more obscure pieces and go off elsewhere with them. Not hideously vindictive in the slightest. I'd love to think these sort of themes don't get covered that much by contemporary society, at least not like this.
I've gigged a few times in town. I can't say I'm received with the greatest enthusiasm. Usually nauseated horror and stunned silence. It's not exactly Wendy Cope. I'm also distressingly unprofessional with microphones.
Oh definitely GG Allin. Apart from that, Bob Flanagan, Monte Cazazza and Stewart Home. They're all miles better at it than me though. The minimalist acid house percussion & glitch techno/industrial backing tracks just come from listening to Plastikman, Throbbing Gristle, 2nd Gen and other such charming idiosyncrats.
A Dictaphone and precious little else. Occasionally I'll try and pull some of the static out in Goldwave but I can't usually be bothered.
One day some scabrous git might even say sorry.
