Lately, I’ve been getting a lot of calls from the press asking me what F.U.N. stands for and since I never bother checking the facts before I post stuff, I naturally just take a wild swing in the dark and go with it.

F.uriosly U.nderrated. Neurosis.

Yep.

It feels good to divulge band secrets when the moon is high and you can’t go howling since the cops obviously finds that to be “disturbing the peace”.

Aaaaaooooooooooooowwwww (Can’t stop me on the internet)

In just a couple of days the rest of us will join a drunken Maniac for a show to a bunch of bikers. Hopefully. I’m guessing Maniac’s already began planning on how to steal all the bikes and paint them in Clan colors (whatever that is) and if he actually goes through with it, it might be worse than the time he tried to convince Bedlam to “stop playing solos all the time” since he thought he was “stealing his glory”. That was a horrible day for all of us.

On a personal note, my whiskey’s all gotten mysteriously drunk by me, so I’m dry as fuck now. Feel free to ship boxes of Ol’ Jack’s to my house. Just put “House of the Mutt” on the box and it will find me.

Just a bunch of these will do

And also, we’ve started to create some killer tunes for our upcoming album “The Mutt Chronicles” (Working title) due to be recorded before the snow gets heavy enough to stop BBB’s trains derailing on his ass.

Don’t forget to preorder. (Also done by shipping Ol’ Jack’s to my house)

The plan was tight. Everything was timed and looked really like it would be a success. Some minutes before Sators gig at Bunkerfestivalen, I sneaked in and tried to steal all the guitars from the backstage artist area so that Sator wouldn’t have anything to play on.

As I, the frontman of Killer Clan of F.U.N., had rehearsed a couple of Sator songs I figured I could go out and take the stage a second time this saturday. After all it was a lovely stage and the gig went great earlier, even though there could have been more people. Now people had gathered to see Sator and this was my big chance.

Along comes Chips Kiesby the frontman of Sator and finds me in this embarrasing situation… see for yourselves.

Love/ Maniac

Unfortunately I couldn’t be with the band at Bunkerfestivalen yesterday. I’ve heard that the festival went great and that the band made a great gig. But what happened after their gig is still unclear.

Did Maniac set off one of his plans against The Soundtrack of Our Lives or Sator or one of the other bands? I don’t really know right now. All I have is this photo I received this morning in my mail:

/Pär
- the manager