Define your genre in five words or less:
Psychedelic punk.
Bearing the terrible clichéd nature of this question, what do you reckon people will say you sound like?
One guy described Bill, the guitarist, one night as a tripped-out Stevie Ray Vaughan meeting a sober Jimi Hendrix.
Describe the best gig you have ever played:
The last time we played the Brunswick Hotel was nuts. Pants where lost, blood on fret boards, people getting elbowed in a mosh pit. Good times.
Tell us about the last song you wrote:
My Little Girl Wants a Gun – it’s, well, dark to say the least. But don’t hold that against it, it’s just a song, it’s got no free will of its own.
Where would you like to be in five years?
On posters, in teenagers’ bedrooms.
Do you have a pre-gig ritual? If so, what is it?
Usually trying to find each band member somewhere between the car park and the bar. Also Scotch. Scotch is great.
If your music was a chocolate bar, which one would it be, and why?
Turkish Delight. Yeah.
