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

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

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.