The Pikeys

Aye mate, I’m gonna introduce ya to some friends of mine. In other words, you’re fucked. (there real fucking pikeys). First there’s Sep aka “Mr. Sodd Off”, he’s a mess. The man’s got no other reason to get up then a nice bottle o’scotch. The most annoying thing about him is that he won’t shut up. So he sings. Then there’s Fabian aka “Dirt”. Barely aware of any existence of anything. Dirt likes: Beating up people. blowing up stuff, others stuff. And he likes low sounds. This guy plays bass. Boris aka “Russian Fuck” is, as you may guess from Poland. He doesn’t speak a word English. But he fight’s like a madman. This guy’s got some serious condition. And he’s pretty good with a baseball bat, to. This is the drummer. And I’m Ids aka “Johnny Stash”. And yes, I do need my goddamn medicine. Now here’s the deal: We are going to play at your fucking main stage at eleven o’clock on the Saturday night or else you will find yourself hanging above a fuel tank which will be ignited in your face. It’ll give a nice bloody fire, I’ll bring some sausages. Now, what do you say? Oh yeah, in case you wanted to know what music we produce, come see us at your stage. Just fucking with ya… We play a mixture of the fattest, low tuned stoner rock, the most rocking Blues, and the toughest Ram-Rock ever to rock the stage.

Voor meer informatie:
www.myspace.com/therealpikeys

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