I used to be in a 'band'* called the Rastaz of Mok.
We filled two C90 tapes with unspeakable, unlistenable bilge that we thought was hilarious ('Roots' and 'Thought-Emetic For The People')
Eventually, we kind of split, amicably. He became 'Blondini' and I became 'Craft Fair'.
We didn't like to bother record companies or actually perform our drivel in public, because we knew, in our heart of hearts, it was shit.
*more like me and my mate Al, stoned with a 4-track cassette portastudio, a Commodore Amiga with 4-track sampling/sequencing software Octamed, and various shitty 80s instruments from Cash Converters
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Sat 3 Sep 2011, 3:13,
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Eventually, we kind of split, amicably. He became 'Blondini' and I became 'Craft Fair'.
We didn't like to bother record companies or actually perform our drivel in public, because we knew, in our heart of hearts, it was shit.
*more like me and my mate Al, stoned with a 4-track cassette portastudio, a Commodore Amiga with 4-track sampling/sequencing software Octamed, and various shitty 80s instruments from Cash Converters
I was in a band called PLOP.
We never actually wrote any songs, rehearsed or bought instruments.
But it was a damn good name.
Before pulp existed, by the way.
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Sat 3 Sep 2011, 3:33,
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But it was a damn good name.
Before pulp existed, by the way.
We could revive PLOP.
Re-name it PLOPP, pretend to be Scandinavian, and get away with any old bollocks.
I've still got a few instruments, if you can source a couple of blond wigs.
And a drummer.
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Sat 3 Sep 2011, 3:43,
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I've still got a few instruments, if you can source a couple of blond wigs.
And a drummer.