The hurts to say that the complete contradiction, but also worth a mention, that this post is only really a re-iteration of a glimmer of light that a little fat cockney cook saw within the small confines of our town.
Rotherham!
Lower-working class, deprived poverty struck Rotherham.
If people say the sick dog of Europe is the UK, then Rotherham surely is the sick dog of the UK. As the 80s repeat themselves, the miners strike is back upon everyone's lips. The Hot Boy don't want to be a band mentioned in the same breathe of politics like some fat dance-man black-man white-man predecessor i cant fear to mention, but it is true that this same mining town rises again. As the memories of Thatchers power rinses over us, the high street is in tatters as the recession continues and the low street is full of lost drop out alcoholic drug abusing souls. Charity shops hold the clothes of dead poor unemployed miners where obscure thriving business once was. Exotic far out dreams live on through creative musical forces with a strong relation to one of the dyeing breed of musical boozers. The Wellington Boot. Cherish those days, for they only happened once.
The culprits in question...
2. Hey Sholay
The money-men will find something 'too obscure' to take a punt on these freaks but remember this, as i declare it's this same edgy-obscureness that makes Rotherham the beautiful reality that the Tories will want to sweep under the carpet. Introduction over. Watch this space.
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We played Liverpool and we love The Beatles, more humiliating than riding a bike up a mountain but the time together as a three-piece pie is great and we go forth, from strength to strength. The cherry on top of the shit pie was Neil Lawson.... 6 pints, 4 spliffs and and two tabs of the finest Rotherham acid and the kid was still standing... Respect brother and see you soon.
Keep an ear to the wall as we drop our forthcoming Ep. "All Our Friends Are Hardcore" on December 6th. It can be downloaded via our web page at www.myspace.com?theheebiefuckinjeebies and its free so don't complain we've sold out or don't give a fuck about integrity anymore. We bathe in integrity you bunch of fucking dick-lick pricks.
Happy Christmas!
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