XANDER AND THE SMOKE POCKETS
These guys are a crazy bunch of musicians I've been lucky to play with recently, great tunes, great vibes and great times ahead! However, they do occasionally live in a mad fantasy world somewhere between Merseyside and Mars (maybe we should called it Marseyside??), and to explain my point here is the promo biography. Enjoy!...
Not a very long time ago in a borough of Liverpool far, far away... The day began like any other day in Liverpool. The buses took people to work, temporarily removing their souls in the process. The trains were late, and those in cars were either in a jam or at a red light. Of course, it was cold and heartless outside, and many chose to stay in their slightly less callous homes to have their minds manipulated and confused by the TV.
Amongst them was a young man named Xander. He was a guitarist who was good, but was struggling to learn Stairway To Heaven. In desperation he went to the shops and bought a fairy magic book. On his return he immediately set about summoning the Fairy King.... With a puff of purple smoke the King appeared, curiously bereft of his right arm. Xander immediately enquired about this after awkwardly shaking his left hand with his right. The King informed him that a hedgehog had gnawed it off in fierce battle over worms with massive egos. He went on to explain that the difficulties experienced by the young man were due to an imbalance between the fairy world and human reality. In order to correct this, the Fairy King said that he would trade Xander's right arm for the ability to be able to eat the sh!t out of the guitar....
Within hours of the King's departure, Xander began to tear it up on his Stratocaster like never before. As he did so, he noticed a small split in reality out of the corner of his eye... Out popped Etienne, a master of low-frequency worpage and scary harmonies. Tumbling out of a rowdy nearby fairy ring was Stu, Xander's parallel brother in the other universe and a spacey rhythm junky. Enter Paul T Walsham, a shape-shifting shuffleaholic from a distant yet strangely familiar land, and his hariy funk brother Pete Watson from an equally distant pie planet called Wigan.
The stage was set. All that was needed were the songs, and as we all know these already exist and just need to be found in the ether... N.B All songs already exist or were written by the Fairy King!