I also dimly remembered a Yeovil band called Backstreet Abortion Technicians (BAT) that passed around the entrails and alleyways back in the mid 80s. But that could have been a bad dream.
On the subject, an ex-member of much-discussed (well, here) diss - seminated Yeovil band King Mong contacted me by e-mail asking me to take down the demo track I put up a few posts back. Despite my claims to co-ownership (vigorously denied through the spectacular abuse of emoticons) Mr Mong insisted that any further tracks posted should be accompanied by a link to his Pay-Per-Play service.
Naturally, I've been desiring media whoredom for quite some time but this isn't quite what i meant so I replied that my head felt like a bucket of cumin and told him to sod off.
The emoticon that followed had to be breathed to be believed.
Here's The Buttholes doing what they do best.
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So was it The King himself?
The King is dead both metaphorically and maybe literally. Last thing I heard he was working for a local sand-blasting business...
You lie in the graveyard
Well you're rotting away
When I talk to you daily
You`ve got nothing to say
You lie in the graveyard
Well you are down making plans
Well you control all my thoughts
Well you make dust fall
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