Two drummers, two guitarists, two keyboards, bass, harmonica, three MCs and one DJ. All in chemical protection suits, making a filthy racket. Described as pointless and offensive, they declared war on dull indie bands. You had to be there…
What’s our need for pictures of the famous? Not only do we think we know them, we think we know what makes them tick, which makes us want to tick as they do.
Intimate Strangers