Eighties Matchbox B-line Disaster @ C2 On Tues 17th Dec
Published 5th Dec 2002 by Alison@c2

Tuesday 17th Dec The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster Xmas Party. Local lads on top Xmas form: crazed amphetamine psychobilly. The guitars are loud, primitive and classic-sounding; the drums rub shoulders boisterously with the bass & the wafer-thin singer Guy McKnight, does everything but bleed for their musical cause ! + guests. 8pm. ?6.50.

Time for some of the old Nick rock. The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster brings you fear and confusion from the monster truck trans-am of psychosis. Instils heart in the fear of man nor beast bar none without exceptions. The five-headed rock monster, regressed beyond the bends of time with marbles lost. Backwards and downwards, inwards and wrongwards, heralding the year of the pervert. The great mistake. The universal salty taste. A misspent youth, crashed so many times it became a band. Swampy blues. Buzz-saw guitars. Entertainers for all the family. Pink Cadillacs and wrestling matches. Organised disorder. Mission; Christmas number one. Presidential wave and celebrated mothers. Crustated frustrations- disorientated and deprived, bored and bloated. Administer the admonishment. DAG RAM the cash machines. Brazen the hussies and whip up the ice cream. FRAPPE! FRAPPE! [into the realms now]. Brain bashing fender benders.

Cat Bullbulier, Indiana Pirates, Bombadillo, Gartron the 2nd and the Evil Mulleted Space-age Professor met at a five ways crash at a roustabout all having gone on holiday by mistake. Catch them while they?re still alive. Apprehend them in death. Drills thrills Phils and Bills.

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