So, the waiting is finally over. Killer Clan of F.U.N. finally got a second guitarist and his name is Stuff!

I talked to a very enthusiastic Bedlam yesterday: “Well, this dude sure can party like a guitarist! He even brushes his teeth in JD!”

This all sounded great. But as you know from what I told you a couple of days ago, I could also foresee an upcoming conflict with Maniac here. He is not famous for just giving up an argument that easy. But what did he do?

He brought Stuff with him on a radio interview yesterday night, and presented him to the world. You can listen to the show here, InRock on Radio AF (I’m afraid it’s in Swedish, but if you write to Maniac he will translate the whole thing for you):

In Rock, Radio AF 9/2-2010

Well, it is rumoured that Stuff really knows how to play the guitar too, and I will see for myself on Saturday on Mejeriet in Lund. (also see the event on Facebook).
I’m really looking forward to this fabulous rock’n'roll kick-off and I finally get to see Badmouth and Close Quarters too.

See you there!

Pär
- the manager

PS Ugly Mutt tired of being called ugly all the time, he thought he was too beautiful for that. And the others thought he was more rabid than ugly so he’s called Rabid Mutt now. But he’s still a mutt! DS

There is a possibility now that Killer Clan of  F.U.N. will have a new member within a litte while. What I have heard so far is that the tryouts with a new guitarist is going very well.

The band has been on the hunt for a second guitarist for quite a while now. The obvious reason for this is that they want an even heavier sound on stage but the real reason is something else, at least for Bedlam: He claims that guitarists are the only ones who really know how to party.

Of course, the others can’t accept this statement, and especially Maniac gets furious when Bedlam brings up this issue. More than once they have argued about this with their fists.

Nevertheless the others have accepted the idea of having another guitarist, but it’s been quite hard finding one. Strange really, since there are a lot of talented guitarist out there, one would think. Many have tried, many have failed. At least in the eyes of Bedlam.

To say the least, he’s very picky. He wants his guitar wingman to be perfect in all senses.

On one occasion for example, he invited the two guitarists, that had come to audition, to share a few glasses JD with him. Three bottles later, Bedlam said that it was time to play. By then one of the guys had fallen asleep and the other one could hardly stand.

“Wimps” said Bedlam and threw them out.

After that Bedlam changed his strategy for the tryouts, tired of Maniac and Ugly Mutt chuckling over “guitarists that couldn’t handle it”. And it became harder, much harder.

I remember this guy that first had to play for two hours, Bedlam stopping him every now and then: “Wrong! Again”. I thought he did quite well in the end but he was exhausted and seemed even more nervous than before.

They sat down in the sofa afterwards and Bedlam asked him “How thick is the strings you use?”

“.11″, the guy answered.

“You’re kidding me!!” Bedlam boomed, shaking his head. The guy obviously thought it was the wrong answer and looked even more nervous. Maniac didn’t make things better by leaning over and saying “Come on Bedlam, it’s not your fault, it’ll work out in the end”.

A couple of more questions like that and the dude was in ruins, sweating all over. It’s not that Bedlam is especially threatening as a person. Off stage he’s actually very kind and easy-going. But he’s very tall, almost 2 meters, a man of few words and has that dark serious look in his eyes when he’s concentrated, so apparently the guy felt very small.

Suddenly Bedlam rose up from the sofa walked a few paces, turned around and asked “What kind of beer do you drink?”

“I like light…no…dark beer…no….” Trying to find the right answer he looked at Bedlam for some reactions.

“no, I can’t handle this…” He jumped up, grabbed his guitar and rushed out the door.

Bedlam shook his head. “Strange guy, I thought it was going quite well, and I was just going to grab some beer in the kitchen…”

Well, let’s hope for the best with the new recruit. We’ll let you know as soon as there are some news.

Pär
the manager

We are very happy that Vince Neil is headlinin the fantasic line up at Stockholm Rock Out as you can see on the poster of the last blog post. Also we are now puttin up posters all over Lund to announce the forthcoming show at Mejeriet.

A new guitarrist, to support Bedlam on stage, is currently learning our songs and we hope you all will see him on stage soon. When we are ready we will make a closer presentation here on the Killer Clan web.

In skånska, from me:

- Bang your head babe!

This is the first part of the chorus in our one day fresh song, which we will carry in the set for Rockbåten as the opening song. You will not be disapointed. As I sit here with a grand beaker of the latin american national drink of Calimucho and feel really lucky to be part of this crazy gang of fucked up nogoods It comes to mind that once there was this very young man called Archibald Daniels going on a short trip abroad to see his favourite artist Rob Zombie.

When the opening act was done they announced that mr Zombie was ill or something and instead the brittish pop band Ash would stand in. This was not great for the already VERY toxic Archibald. He went bezerk. Drank all the beer in a famous bar in the city where it all occured and blacked out like a baby. When he came to his senses (well almost that is) he found himself smoking a joint with two really weird guys at a railway station in the outer rim of that alien city.

From there he took an extremly expensive cab to the harbour just to find out that the last boat was long gone and it would be hours and hours until the first morning boat arrived. Now, this particular winters day there was a heavy snowstorm in this nordic capital and the bloke needed a place to rest. He found himself wandering the empty streets as the high wore off and finally he found a coffeshop to rest his frozen body and heat up the buzzing mind with a couple of beers.

At this little sleazy bar a very unsexy 70-year old eskimo woman without any front teeth asked if she could help him out with a blow job for the humble price of 8$. Archibald went into a chock state and screamed NOOOO! from the top of his loungs.

Soon after this the boat arrived and our hero found his friends, who had lost him after a fight with cops and ambulances involved, and he went home (only to continue the very unhealthy party that was going on).

But the lady from the bar stuck in his mind and jumped up like the man in the box in his nighmares years and years after this and now this event has crawled itself  into a song again. The soon to be finished “Stay-in-bed-day” will be at least partly inspired from theese events. Some of the involved may protest, but this is how the story goes…

Yours faithfully/ Maniac Archibald Daniels

Spent the afternoon fiddelin’ around on the guitar trying to come up with a middle part for our new song “Liqour”. Got a couple of cool ideas down. Rehearsal with the band on friday, and we’ll see if we can get a handle on it.

Otherwise songwriting in Killer Clan of F.U.N. comes ridiciously easy. The 11 tracks on the album were writting in about 24 hrs, and the new on, “Say Hello To My Bullet” was another spur-of-the-moment kind of thing.
But every now and then a song comes along that needs a little more work. But it’s gonna be a good one, I can promise you that!

Also, been making plans for our “School of Rock Tour 2009″. It’s coming together nicely, and we’ll probably be hitting the road in early October. But there’ll be more updates on that later this summer…

/Bedlam

Our last gig before the summer vacation is at Bananfesten in Lund, Sweden. We are so proud of the set and it’s gonna be a really good performance on friday.

Some people are asking about me and my wellbeing and that shit has got to end now, or you will get a visit from my bloodthirsty evil twin… when you’re alone – at night!

Piss off/ 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.

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.