It was a total succes yestarday at ROCKBÅTEN M/S Harmony. Thanks BODIES, Bulletrain, The Clan, the gorgeous women, the fans, the staff, the boat and the ocean for makin the world rock totally. We will come back to the best rocktown in Sweden allready this tuesday at TIVOLI! DO NOT MISS THE CHANCE to see some really rocking crazy people on stage. Love you all/ Maniac

Yesterdays gig in Ängelholm was fantastic and we’d like to thank the audience and specially Niklas, Roger and the headlining band Dawn of Glory. If you haven’t heard their stuff yet, then take the time to visit their webpage and check out some cool songs and more.

Anybody remember the AC/DC album from the mid 80′s? How cool would that be? An insect on the wall of a dressing room for women. I would freak out and try to make a home some warm and moisty somewhere.

On the less philosophical side we are entering a really busy month. We are playing live every weekend and also recording the 4 new songs starting with drumtracks on sunday 9th. Topspin is public and also the festival i Ängelholm, but we are also doing some private shows. Don’t hesitate to call us and see if we are free to do a gig on your birthday party or so – you will not regret it.

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

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.

Short for All Cops Are Bastards. And that has been true for all times,but right now it’s even more true. Three ugly officers cuffed me and forced me inside their pathetic little automobile yesterday, not telling me why. As an act of retribution I wasn’t talking to them either. When I finally got a lawyer (seconds away from being raped by an enormous afro-american) I was released due to lack of evidens. It seems like they think I was somehow involved in the terrible ans sad death of my dogman… still no sign of Bedlam. Wonder what ever happened. As you might suspect, there is a crisis in the band right now… but as always we will show up in time for the shows and rock the hell out of you all!

Don’t miss the fantastic oppourtunity to get the album for free at http://killerclanoffun.bandcamp.com/
I have a feeling you will hear from me soon again. Love/ Maniac