Come on man , we have been thru this before, and it´s time for some change. In the end of the month you will get a package with something really awsome in!.

Stay tuned , more coming;)!

// The BBB

Well we’re gonna kick it up a notch here now and try to blog every now and then. We’re gonna write about what concerns us as a band and just talk music, some of us may even talk rubbish but that’s the way of the Clan!

This very weekend we played at Bodoni in Malmö, the crowd wasnt the biggest we had, but the few who were the there really made it worth playing, and I also got the chance to try out my new wireless reciever to my guitar, it was a big relief to get rid of the cord, finally I’m free and as we’re playin more and more we will expand the show to maximum. That is a promise from me to all of you who come see us!

C ya soon! /Stuff

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

A couple of days ago, Maniac told me he had a huge secret he wouldn’t tell me. I tried to ask him but he was in his regular state of incoherent babbling. I gave him a sucker punch and moved on to figure out what the hell was going on. I turned to the other guys and no one would say anything. So I started hanging out outside Bedlams apartment looking for clues. And when I say apartment I mean something like this:

Bedlam’s living room

So I continued rummaging until I finally noticed a note scribbled by Maniac to Bedlam.

Bedlam! It’s time to write some new songs and there’s only one way to go about it! I know what you’re thinking, but I haven’t had time to come up with the necessary farm equipment for that so here’s how we’ll do it. Bring your house to the big field outside of town and we’ll sit there and write shit. Oh, and bring Stuff and BBB to. Don’t mention this to the Mutt!

/M

So I promptly called Maniac and asked him what the fuck was going on. He wouldn’t reply since he seemed to be lost in another dimension or something. He went on talking about creating a new form of rock n’ roll. So I went directly to the source instead.

Doesn’t look new to me Maniac

After screaming like a crazy guy at Bedlam for not letting me know about the session, Bedlam told me the truth. They didn’t want to burden my genius brain with the tiresome task of coming up with every new song from scratch. Instead they (Bedlam) wanted me to put the finishing touches on these songs. Also, when the time came to write even more songs, I would get the first shot as long as I promise to stop putting out my cigarettes in Maniac’s drink. We’ll see about that.

So I guess what I’m saying is: the Clan is as productive as ever and as soon as I’ve gotten my hands on the material it will sound even better.

Rock on

Mutt, The

On Friday the band will have the pleasure to enter the stage at Kulturhuset in Svalöv (check out their Facebook page too). Kulturhuset, a great place for culture in many forms, opera, theater, stand-up, movies, music and more. AND they have the great taste of inviting great rock bands to come to play.

Some may wonder where and what Svalöv is and I can tell you: it’s right in the center of everything! Which means it’s right between Lund and Helsingborg with Landskrona and Kävlinge close by.

Joining Killer Clan of F.U.N. on stage are three other bands you should check out:

8Stone, Michael Machine and Bulletrain.

We’ve been slacking around the studio the first weekend without a gig for a very long time. Nice to finally be in a productive and asskicking band. Here is a treat for all you Killerheads out there. Bloopers included for your satisfaction. Bon appetit.

Hey y’all!

We have added a new section for your satisfaction. It’s the VIDEOS-section. There you can find the fresh video for Tattletail and also some liveshots from Mejeriet, Lund, Sweden february 13th. From that live show, there is also photos available in the PHOTOS-section.

This week is all work and no fun. But the weekend means gig i Höör and the Mutts birthday bash, where we also will make a rocking appearance. Looking forward to that.

Also a new post on the gigsection. We’re coming to rock Rockville L.A. in Landskrona April 16. We support this new club and hats off to Wilhelm who made it happen.

I’ve been absent for a couple of days following the band latest “rehearsal”. I put quotations around it, since it’s mostly just Maniac running in circles screaming his lungs out. Anyway, in the midst of all that chaos a new song started emerging. After being inspired by the poetry that is Maniac’s drunken ramblings, I went home to indulge in my favorite pastime. Drinking myself unconcious in my apartment.

This if me doing my favorite thing

Usually that would be were the story ends, but not today. When I finally woke up, I was bruised and battered and found myself in a cell of some sort. I started yelling to the guards about letting me go, but they wouldn’t have it. After screaming randomly for forty five minutes they were obviously tired of me, and I was hurriedly put in a stale room, with someone sitting in front of me.

-Good morning mr Mutt. How are you today?

I told her it probably wasn’t me they were after and she asked me a bunch of questions. The one that stuck in my mind the most was:

-Why did you dress up as a cave man and tried to assault those women?

I told her she was mistaken.

-I spent the night at home, passed out drunk, like I always do.

She showed me a video recording of me running around in a cave man outfit chasing two women with a branch of some sort.

-Well. Um…

I tried to tell her it was art, inspired by the awesomeness of a new Killer Clan song, but she wouldn’t listen. Another hour of meaningless questions ensued, but finally I was released.

-I’m sad to say we can’t charge you with anything, so we’re letting you go.

Apparently there’s no law against knocking yourself out with a random tree branch. Go figure. Now I’m just getting myself psyched for the gig on tuesday. Sjöbo, here we come!

Yesterday, after spending around 45 minutes of kicking ass, and not quite that long at taking names, I jumped off stage and someone immediately told me that I didn’t get the attention I deserve. Of course this is true, but I think I better tell the world why, before someone starts making up their own shit.

The fact is that there are a lot of rumours going around regarding me and my “sudden appearance” to pick up the bass after the dog “mysteriously” didn’t get up from Maniacs couch.

Wasn’t me

The world needs to know that neither that or any of the other stuff is true, except for some of the parts regarding the dead french hooker which totally wasn’t my fault. Anyway. People have started asking me questions about my past (and that damned hooker) so I decided to go a little underground.

Might have been me. Not sure

It’s for this very reason that I don’t often stand in the spotlight myself (even though I should since nobody can be there looking as good as me, except me). Fun fact: this is also why I’ve grown a beard. Remember that, the next time you wonder why the extremely good looking bass player with the monster attitude doesn’t get his much deserved attention./Mutt out