“I spent the summer of 1985 working with Mark Swaby of the Jazz Defektors at the Wall's meat factory in Hyde, where we lovingly hand crafted pork pies for ten hours a day.
One day in the staff canteen Mark announced that the band were looking for a new drummer. Such was the lure of any future career that didn't involve dead animals, that an impromptu audition broke out amongst the student workforce with knives & forks doubling as drumsticks & some over enthusiastic 'jazz' dancing taking place on the canteen tables.
Unsurprisingly, nobody got the gig - although I did feel that my rendition of Sade's 'Diamond Life' was worth a second interview at least.”
“I can honestly say I was at most of their gigs and have not seen anything to surpass their stage presence, a vibrant driving force complimented by a melodic symphony of sound underpinned by a tight bass/rhythm section. The sound of Mid America capured at its best which could even transend to Lonsight. There is always a turd in the hamper, why didn't the bass player turn up his fookin bass?”
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One day in the staff canteen Mark announced that the band were looking for a new drummer. Such was the lure of any future career that didn't involve dead animals, that an impromptu audition broke out amongst the student workforce with knives & forks doubling as drumsticks & some over enthusiastic 'jazz' dancing taking place on the canteen tables.
Unsurprisingly, nobody got the gig - although I did feel that my rendition of Sade's 'Diamond Life' was worth a second interview at least.”