Some of you may know about us by now. Some of you may have seen us. Some may even have careered, naked, down the roof of a marquee in raptures at the joyful tone of our music.
In life though, my son, all things must change. Sure, the naked antics can still go on, but the sounds must move with the times. Sorry, that's back in time.

Dr Death, the string-biting Hendrix-a-like guitarist has chosen to move on to pastures new, direction unknown at present. You will hear more of him somewhere in the future, but right now, the important question to ask is "What will I see and/or hear by way of replacement?" Simple! Lots of different things, all lovingly rolled and hand crafted into one. That loving bundle goes by the name of Martin Pleass. He's played with Pete Townsend, Albert Lee, Clarence "Gatemouth" Brown, Pierre Lerue; Oh, lots of stuff, all very different and he's done it all over the world. Now we force him to do everything at once and all in the same place.
He plays guitar, banjo, piano and harmonica on our stage, but so much more in the rest of his life. Where will we find room for bagpipes, didjeridu and ukelele? Don't know just yet, but by God, we'll not give up!
We've given Martin an artificially large head in this photo so you can get a better look at him. Please note that although he looks like a head-hunter's dream come true, his cranium is of much more standard dimensions. What's standard, though? I mean, we don't all conform to the norm, now do we? Of course, if Martin wanted to have a big head, that would be O.K., but he doesn't, although we're all agreed that he has the right to have a big head if he so desires.
I digress... Musically, the mix hops about between Rock'n'Roll, Bluegrass and Country depending on how dangerous the audience looks at the time. Now; this will date terribly, but so potent is the distillation that a gloom (collective noun) of despondent England fans forgot to hate David Beckham after he was sent off and danced on tables in a disorderly manner instead. Hell, they even left the venue laughing and joking. No mean feat, eh!

The new guy!

A combination of new shots of the band.
Bugger me, new shots of the band!

Yuk!
Acrobat

Go back, young man!