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

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.

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