Hi, since you’re visiting our page, I know you’re into real rock’n'roll. And I thought that you’d be interested in other guys that really rocks.

So here they are: Bodies

They’re not like us, they’re them. But it’s pure rock’n'roll. They will probably get into the Rock’n'roll Hall of Fame before us (if Maniac doesn’t succeed in his plan to drug all the judges).

The singer Clint Hell is the true rockstar and he Twitters about it too.

Listen and download some stuff here, or visit their Myspace page.

BTW, I’m Pär. I’m also in the band, sort of. Like the fifth wheel… I haven’t gotten an ugly nickname yet by the others, probably because I’m too pretty and too nice.

They like to call me their manager, because they think it’s cool to have a manager. But actually no one can manage Maniac. Tried to lock him up the other day with some shrinks and you saw what happened…

Bye for now, I’ll be back…

We played a small place yesterday. It was almost like someones living room. But very very pleasant and a very warm feeling from the audience. Thank you all for showing your support and for all the friendly words afterwards. Also our thank yous’ to Robin and the staff for being so kind and caretaking, and to the band that actually showed up and rocked the house with evergreens by Hendrix and Berry.

This is Jonathan – guitar and vocals, Hampus – bass and Max – swinging the drums! Well done dudes.

We’d love to come back – just wistle/ Maniac

Today little Maniac is really glad, this evening it’s showtime. We have the first gigg this year and the lineup is the best ever. Thanks to the sad events of the death of Ugly Dog, we now have the amazing Ugly Mutt as a bassplayer and the little but hardbeating Big Boned Barabas behind the drums. Bedlam seems more and more to be a member of my circle of trust-to be, but still there are some questionmarks to straighten out. Also this really nice dude called me to check us out and maybe give us another date on the showcalendar, which offcourse is very welcome. Funny name to: Brajan. It’s a bit like Brian, but then again maybe not.

Peace and metal/ Maniac

I’m sitting on the floor with my laptop in my… well, lap. I hear strange sounds from outside the window, I suspect that they have found me. There are men with ladders and phones pointing in my direction. I’m preparing for the worst. Over and out/ Maniac A. Daniels

Been cooking a soup today. Not so shure it’s healthy. Anyway it may come as a surprise for my friends. They drove several hours to get here… to my cabin in the woods, which they so rudely make fun of. Well… see who’ll laugh the loudest when they find out they’s drunk from my soup. And can’t drive home tonight!!! Moahahahaha. Good thing by the way that Bedlam finally gave me the key to the cabin. I’m now in charge of the boozeproduction in the band… soon we can afford another pressing of the album from selling moonshine.

Peace out suckers/ Maniac fuckin’ Daniels

Maniac april 19 07.03My patient, who you all know as Maniac, is having new instabilities in his psyche. Maybe the pressure of the forthcoming concerts are pushing his mind over the stability rim again. I hold him in my care over night, and then then we will see. Not to worry, but here is proof of how he feels. The video was shot this morning after a very long night on the town. It seems he thinks he is from russia, and some imaginary enemy has a mom who might have done some unpure things.

Take care /Dr Feelgood

Yesterday we reheasred with the new bassplayer. he is fantastic and though Ugly Dog is dead (peace be with him) we don’t miss him an inch. Now it’s louder, ruder and heavier than ever and it feels like Killer Clan of F.U.N. has found it’s true nature. We start gigging next weekend and there are a lot of new dates coming up. We also had a meeting with our new manager, who is a tornado of inspiration and ideas. The future is ours. It belongs to me, the Killer Clan of F.U.N. and you.

The Dog is dead – long live Ugly Mutt!!!

Peace, booze and rock n roll/ Maniac

The Story of Killer Clan of F.U.N.

One rainy day, Bedlam and Maniac Daniels were drinking life threatening amounts of whiskey and fiddeling on guitars. Maniacs guitar was bought at K-mart and couldn’t be tuned… so he smashed it over the TV-set. Bedlam found that so impressive that he wrote a pile of red hot guitar riffs while Maniac, curled up in a corner, screamed out his longing for outrageous intoxication. On the back of a couple of unpaid bills from his landlord the cock-eyed Maniac managed to put down some snippets of lyrics (This later on was interpreted by a team of professors of linguistics and it took them nearly a whole year to put together), and a handful of songs were magically born.
Shortly after, Bedlam and Maniac started recording an album and suddenly a bass player appeared. Nobody asked any questions or cared to find out his name so he was simply called …Ugly Dog. Now they nearly had a band and already the record was halfway done. Next a youngster with tiny body structure asked if he could try out as a drummer. Maniac, for no appearant reason, went bezerk, drunk and stoned as he was, and beat the poor bastard black and blue. An act that rendered Maniac some alone time in a cell. Escorted there by a whole bunch of police officers. Upon being released, he found out that the little fellar, now named Big Boned Barabas, had become a permanent member of the band. The gang completed the album with the help from a few friends, and Maniacs mom who let her son live at home long after he had turned 24 (which is probably not healthy, but better than the gutter).

Killer Clan of F.U.N. are pleased with the results from all their hard work and ready to set fire to any stage they can get their asses to fit on. Armed to their teeth with gasoline, booze and with adventurous minds on the rim of self destruction you will all be sorry you didn’t pay more attention in school to the drop-outs and misfits – here they are, to claim sweet revenge on the world!

Keep your eyes and ears open, if these guys enter a stage in your area – be sure to attend, it will be a memory for life.

While the blog is up and running, the rest of Killer Clan of F.U.N.’s official homepage is under construction.

In the meantime,  visit: www.myspace.com/killerclanoffun
or http://killerclanoffun.bandcamp.com/

/Killer Clan of F.U.N. – the band that refused to abondon rock n’ roll!

Once upon a time there was this little boy, living in a perfectly happy family. Then the boy grew older and mean and started to make a real fuzz at kindergarten and later on in school. His parents hated his guts and when the boy turned 12 daddy had left the family. His mom blamed the little boy, with all rights. He had ruined the familys economy by destrying public and private property at school and in the neighbourhood. Also he had made it impossible for moms custumors to come around the familys house for business purposes. The boy grew and grew, suddenly he was more manlike than childlike, and mommy was put in jail for taxcrime. The boy was alone, by him self, solo, and it was GREAT!

When the old lady eventually was released, the little menace had started a business of stealing and selling drugs. As this was a dangerous and hard world to get around in, he developed an alter ego that everyone would like. He was now sinking deeper and deeper in to the void of trouble that recent hospital visits are built upon.

After school (which he now had skipped out of, even though his mom did not know about it) he was rehearsing with different bands at a local pub, where he offcourse was not allowed in to due to his young age. There he learned to play the harmonica and he also found his dear beloved drink of choice: J.D.

Soon after the not so loving mother thru the boy out of the so called home, so she could straighten out the custumor issue and start making some money again. Our anti hero now moved in downstairs of the pub in a very cold and dark winecellar. Rats, cockroaches and angry bartenders was now eveydaylife for this growing man. Everyday he worked his fingers to the bone washing dishes and cleaning up the kitchen. Angry and with growing psychological problems he got his nickname Maniac from one of the alcoholics in the bar.

This restaurant was also the place where he met Bedlam, his companion to be, one sunny morning with a beautiful teenagemom looking for work. As you may have guessed… Maniac almost immediately fell in love with this woman and for years he tried to get her to see him. Not so lucky, but when little Bedlam was left at an orphanage for mentaly retarded kids, I lost all contact and for the small possibility that she might show up to claim her kid one day, I kind of got stuck with the bastard.

Working their way up in the world, Maniac and Bedlam quit selling dope in schools. They got really tired of the lawenforcement constantly picking on them. The dynamic duo now learned to play the guitar and found out less illegal ways to make a living. The restaurant had been closed after a visit from the health department and since Maniac and Bedlam didn’t have a home they both moved back into Maniacs moms house. Turned the livingroom into rehearsal and advertised in different magazines for members to the band – the band that many years later came to be Killer Clan of F.U.N.