Photos: Frida Warnerbring, Hans Danelius

The beginning of the story of
Killer Clan of F.U.N

How could some misfits and dropouts come to claim the rock throne? You can sense some of the story when you listen to Maniac Daniels agonizing screams and ramblings on stage. Yeah, that’s right, on the stage, that’s where they belong now. Better than the gutter…

Vibrating, hard, bluesy and heavy rock you could call it. Like if Guns’n'Roses, AC/DC, Aerosmith, Motley Crüe, Accept, The Rolling Stones and the Beastie Boys all got together smoking weed for a week, and then just ran their heads together in one giant crash.

After touring mainly in Skåne during 2009, The Clan now extends the tour and will frequently be hitting the land above Skåne, Sweden during 2010. One highlight of this tour will of course be Stockholm Rock Out, where the band takes the stage on the 10th-11th of September.
Paralell to all this a new album is being produced, scheduled to be released in fall 2010.

Killer Clan of F.U.N. is:

Maniac Daniels – Lead vocals, harmonica
Bedlam - Guitars, backing vocals
Stuff – Guitar, backing vocals
The Mutt – Bass, backing vocals
Big Boned Barabas – Drums, percussion, backing vocals

Well, this is how it all began…

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 …The Mutt. 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 obvious 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 Maniac’s mom who let her son live at home long after he had turned 24 (which is probably not healthy, but better than the gutter).

After having played live for a while and not being able to perform the songs in its intended way the band put an ad in a web magazine for a second guitarist. It didn’t take long until the wood headed farmer boy Stuff ranted along and made his way into the band. Now the line-up is finally complete and the live-set is totally in its place.

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!

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