Profile for Colonel Santiago:
25 - Male, Bristolian innit.
I currently play the drums for Los Conios. My most recent project prior to this (The Dead School), can be found HERE
Lovley review of us by B3ta's own Sonic James Doom:
With a sound somewhere between 50s surf twang, raw Terrorvision vocals and raucous Hives-esque rampaging guitars. There's enough there to keep the NME happy, but also enough actual content to have a bit of staying power. This is the kind of thing that hyped up kids on smarties can go crazy to, but also the kind of thing that fans of demented rockabilly and the Arctic Monkeys can find something to bond over - and how often is it that you get to say something like THAT? It's refreshing to hear a young band still at an early stage that sound so much like the finished product as well, so often you think to yourself "they could be great but..." whereas The Dead School have clearly been paying attention from the start and have immediately hit the ground running. "You, Me and the Devil" has a hint of accent manipulation through the verses that brings to mind early punk bands trying to sound like Londoners, but when letting loose properly, this is soon forgotten.
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25 - Male, Bristolian innit.
I currently play the drums for Los Conios. My most recent project prior to this (The Dead School), can be found HERE
Lovley review of us by B3ta's own Sonic James Doom:
With a sound somewhere between 50s surf twang, raw Terrorvision vocals and raucous Hives-esque rampaging guitars. There's enough there to keep the NME happy, but also enough actual content to have a bit of staying power. This is the kind of thing that hyped up kids on smarties can go crazy to, but also the kind of thing that fans of demented rockabilly and the Arctic Monkeys can find something to bond over - and how often is it that you get to say something like THAT? It's refreshing to hear a young band still at an early stage that sound so much like the finished product as well, so often you think to yourself "they could be great but..." whereas The Dead School have clearly been paying attention from the start and have immediately hit the ground running. "You, Me and the Devil" has a hint of accent manipulation through the verses that brings to mind early punk bands trying to sound like Londoners, but when letting loose properly, this is soon forgotten.
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» Too much information
A Mate of mine,
told me about when he worked for the NHS doing all kinds of testy type things on blood, piss, shit and the odd amputated limb.
One day a smallish clear bag arrived in his in-tray with a stubbly pink worm inside. It had one big brown eye and stank of shit.
He had been delivered an amputated anus, with 5 inches of poop-tunnel still attached.
He used it a a pencil topper on his bosses biro when he wasn't in the room.
I didn't want or need to know that you could have your ass cut off and still be alive.
(Thu 6th Sep 2007, 14:53, More)
A Mate of mine,
told me about when he worked for the NHS doing all kinds of testy type things on blood, piss, shit and the odd amputated limb.
One day a smallish clear bag arrived in his in-tray with a stubbly pink worm inside. It had one big brown eye and stank of shit.
He had been delivered an amputated anus, with 5 inches of poop-tunnel still attached.
He used it a a pencil topper on his bosses biro when he wasn't in the room.
I didn't want or need to know that you could have your ass cut off and still be alive.
(Thu 6th Sep 2007, 14:53, More)
» The thing I've been most ashamed of doing with a penis
It was shortly after durex launched their 'play' range of lubes
and me and the then Ms Santiago decided to give the 'warming' stuff a go...
Mmm... 'Hot cock' thinks I - this could be fun!
However, I neglected to consider my very sensitive skin and liberally applied the stuff to my old fella.
*tingle*
*hot*
*hot hot hot!*
The warming wasn't unpleasant and Ms Santiago appeard to be having a whale of a time too - result!
However, upon retiring for a post-coital shower, the skin on my old chap looked VERY tight (even when flaccid) and washing wasn't getting rid of the heat.
What happened over the next few days (and lasted about 3 weeks in total) was the most excruciating thing I've ever felt - My cock 'peeled' and shed it's skin. My raw shame was untouchable and the doctor was unable to do anything about it. I had 3 weeks off work and spent all of my time naked from the waist down bathing my loins with cold water.
Never. EVER, again.
(Fri 13th Mar 2009, 12:12, More)
It was shortly after durex launched their 'play' range of lubes
and me and the then Ms Santiago decided to give the 'warming' stuff a go...
Mmm... 'Hot cock' thinks I - this could be fun!
However, I neglected to consider my very sensitive skin and liberally applied the stuff to my old fella.
*tingle*
*hot*
*hot hot hot!*
The warming wasn't unpleasant and Ms Santiago appeard to be having a whale of a time too - result!
However, upon retiring for a post-coital shower, the skin on my old chap looked VERY tight (even when flaccid) and washing wasn't getting rid of the heat.
What happened over the next few days (and lasted about 3 weeks in total) was the most excruciating thing I've ever felt - My cock 'peeled' and shed it's skin. My raw shame was untouchable and the doctor was unable to do anything about it. I had 3 weeks off work and spent all of my time naked from the waist down bathing my loins with cold water.
Never. EVER, again.
(Fri 13th Mar 2009, 12:12, More)
» Cringe!
Milton Keynes Bowl - Metallica
Halfy, there must be something about this band/venue combo that jinxes those of us prone to bouts of stupidity...
I too saw the 'tallica there ('97?) and, as an impressionable young lad at the time, decided to dye my hair a dark purple. My light brown locks didn't take well to it and it turned bright, fucking, Barbie pink.
I managed to get sunburnt that day too. This coupled with the fact that I was halfway through growing my hair and was at the 'shoulder-length bob' stage, meant that all the bigger boys took great pleasure in pointing out that with my throbbing red body and giant pink hair-helmet, I really, REALLY resembled a massive penis.
(Fri 28th Nov 2008, 14:15, More)
Milton Keynes Bowl - Metallica
Halfy, there must be something about this band/venue combo that jinxes those of us prone to bouts of stupidity...
I too saw the 'tallica there ('97?) and, as an impressionable young lad at the time, decided to dye my hair a dark purple. My light brown locks didn't take well to it and it turned bright, fucking, Barbie pink.
I managed to get sunburnt that day too. This coupled with the fact that I was halfway through growing my hair and was at the 'shoulder-length bob' stage, meant that all the bigger boys took great pleasure in pointing out that with my throbbing red body and giant pink hair-helmet, I really, REALLY resembled a massive penis.
(Fri 28th Nov 2008, 14:15, More)
» Family codes and rituals
Scouser's pet reminded me...
When I was about 17 and had just started 'going out' in town, the bus I used to catch would drive through the red light district of Bristol (before they clamped down and the ladies of the night moved on).
On the journey, me and my brother would regularly play 'Spot the Hooker' - You shout when you see one, first one to shout gets that point, most points wins free pint etc.
However, having played this for several months we grew bored and had to introduce new ideas to keep the game fresh. We started to give the ladies 'Names'. These could then be used in conjunction with a shout to gain a bonus point.
Cue the hideously embarrassing experience of walking through town with my Mum on Saturday morning and loudly exclaiming "Look there's Debbie the Hooker!"
Mum was not pleased I knew a hooker's name and took a lot of persuading to believe in the game. She has since however, been known to play along on occasion!
(Fri 21st Nov 2008, 14:18, More)
Scouser's pet reminded me...
When I was about 17 and had just started 'going out' in town, the bus I used to catch would drive through the red light district of Bristol (before they clamped down and the ladies of the night moved on).
On the journey, me and my brother would regularly play 'Spot the Hooker' - You shout when you see one, first one to shout gets that point, most points wins free pint etc.
However, having played this for several months we grew bored and had to introduce new ideas to keep the game fresh. We started to give the ladies 'Names'. These could then be used in conjunction with a shout to gain a bonus point.
Cue the hideously embarrassing experience of walking through town with my Mum on Saturday morning and loudly exclaiming "Look there's Debbie the Hooker!"
Mum was not pleased I knew a hooker's name and took a lot of persuading to believe in the game. She has since however, been known to play along on occasion!
(Fri 21st Nov 2008, 14:18, More)
» Too much information
There was this one time...
...at band camp (I was actually touring with my band at the time) that the subject of piercings came up.
My mate described (in graphic/puss-filled/oozing, gory detail) how, when pissed, he'd peirced his winkie with a hammer & nail and how (predictably) he'd got it wrong.
He'd chosen to go for the Ampalang (sp?) which goes through one side of your helmet and out the other. Only, he'd kind of come out of the top. Needless to say, he woke surrounded in blood and what could only be described a 'morning semi'.
Cherry on the cake was having him show us the scars...
That image will never leave me...
(Thu 6th Sep 2007, 11:31, More)
There was this one time...
...at band camp (I was actually touring with my band at the time) that the subject of piercings came up.
My mate described (in graphic/puss-filled/oozing, gory detail) how, when pissed, he'd peirced his winkie with a hammer & nail and how (predictably) he'd got it wrong.
He'd chosen to go for the Ampalang (sp?) which goes through one side of your helmet and out the other. Only, he'd kind of come out of the top. Needless to say, he woke surrounded in blood and what could only be described a 'morning semi'.
Cherry on the cake was having him show us the scars...
That image will never leave me...
(Thu 6th Sep 2007, 11:31, More)