| I'M GONNA BE SICK IN YOUR EYES: |
| The Noise Bitch Story so far... |
| The band of chefs now known as Noise Bitch came to know each other through
working in kitchens for agencies. One day they all happened upon the same
kitchen and in a typically soap opera-fashioned discussion about being musicians
they discovered that they all played the necessary instruments to form a band. It went a little like this: "You play guitar? Me too!" exclaimed Nancy Bastard. "Reeaaally????" replied Nathaniel Boobaniel. From across the kitchen whilst yanking out a chicken's spine, Norman Blimey overheard and joined in: "Hey I've been playing drums in my bedroom since I was 12" Ned Blanket had just been for a piss and whilst wiping his urine soaked hands on his apron, he caught Norman's comment. "Yeah? well I've been playing drums since I was 3", said Ned. Norman screwed up his face and before being sick on the chicken's insides retorted: "Well I was playing bass since I was in the fucking womb". "Yeah whatever. I was playing bass in my past life! " "OI!" interrupted Nancy Bastard,"We could form a band!" What a Dickspanner! I mean state the bloody obvious or wot? anyway.. After about 5 years of pissing about in garages, trying out every formula from Shitpop to Shit-Metal and bombarding pub jam nights with drunken sex pistols covers,they came to a frustrated hault and decided to do what they wanted to do. Well, the humour down at the mortuary was a little too dark even for them, so they decided this time to make music for themselves and not just for the old cunts at the end of the bars all around the coastal regions of kent. After all, they had a dream..a dream that every wally in every town should be able to feel the brown note. and so began their quest...to make the brown note felt and heard and smelt. and dealt with. and Norman also had a dream about what happens when a dog lays eggs..but that's another story... |