 There's
a promo CD going around that pogos on your sense of rhythm right when the dark noise of
first track, Celebrate Your Mother, geeeeetars into your brain. This band sound dangerous
and bonkers, second track Fish Fingers only confirms it. In the vanguard of the rock
underground and wild as rave in an asylum, ladies and gentlemen it's THë Eighties
Matchböx B~Line DisaStêr.
Morning Has Broken. Time for some of
the old Nick rock. THë
Eighties Matchböx B~Line DisaStêr brings
you fear and confusion from the monster truck trans-am of psychosis. Instils heart in the fear of man nor beast bar
none without exceptions. The five-headed rock
monster, regressed beyond the bends of time with marbles lost. Backwards and downwards, inwards and wrongwards,
heralding the year of the pervert. The great
mistake. The universal salty taste. A misspent youth, crashed so many times it became
a band. Swampy blues. Buzz-saw guitars.
Entertainers for all the family. Pink
Cadillacs and wrestling matches. Organised
disorder. Mission; Christmas number one. Presidential wave and celebrated mothers.
Crustated frustrations- disorientated and deprived, bored and bloated. Administer the admonishment. DAG RAM the cash machines. Brazen the hussies and whip up the ice cream. FRAPPE! FRAPPE! [into the realms now]. Brain bashing fender benders.
Cat Bullbulier,
Indiana Pirates, Bombadillo, Gartron the 2nd and the Evil Mulleted Space-age
Professor met at a five ways crash at a roustabout all having gone on holiday by mistake. Catch them while they’re still alive. Apprehend them in death. Drills thrills Phils and Bills.
See them live (dates at Evening Star 12) and prepare
for the thrill of the 21st century punk explosion in 2002...
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