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Eleven Fires
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Hmmm...a radically different slant on NIGE'n'TREV's oft-repeated Caribbean Club anecdote featuring DALE MARSHALL'S drumming talents, piano by PAUL GIBBON and the usual stuff from Clack and Fish.
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Ranting, grooving, shrieking, psycho-jazz/rock/blues/classical/comedy/funk mayhem
On December 25th 2005 NIGE and TREV were announced as winners in no less than three categories in the 2006 International Online Music Awards (IOMAS)...BEST ARTIST, BEST COMPOSER and BEST SONG for their track entitled 'My Horse will never exist in Reality'. NIGE and TREV's drummer Dale Marshall also received the 2006 IOMA for BEST DRUMMER. NIGE and TREV are a ranting, grooving, shrieking, psychedelic, experiMENTAL, soup hurling,pendulum obsessed jazz/rock/blues/classical/comedy/funk duo who have a passionate devil-may- care, 'no-holds-barred' approach to music resulting in a rapturous hotch potch of euphoric whistling funk-folk pandemonium peppered with fevered bursts of whammy bar werewolf gibberish reminiscent of Captain Beefheart and the great Lord Buckley with distant echoes of Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention, Jimi Hendrix and Miles Davis. Mick 'Trev' Clack's battered Stratocasters wail and howl relentlessly at the three moons of Planet Klennaar carving out a ricketty balsa wood platform for Frank 'Nige' Fish's reckless, unstoppable, scatterbrained Hammer-Horror love sermons. He talks in tongues, he yelps, he growls, he plays guitar upside down, he yodels, he bellows, he serenades, he lectures and occaisonally he even resorts to SINGING! NIGE and TREV also have a wacky website on MY SPACE. MICK 'Trev-or-is-it-Nige?'CLACK has his own website on MY SPACE... FRANK 'Nige-or-is-it-Trev?' FISH has his own website on MY SPACE... Nige & Trev also rear their ugly heads in a band obsessed with all things aquatic - FRANK FISH AND THE FINS....click on this Soundclick logo to visit their garish underwater world of psychedelic, high energy, flipper-hatted panto-rock:
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Genre
Alternative • Experimental
Charts
Peak #239
Peak in subgenre #43
Author
Mick Clack/Frank Fish/Paul Gibbon
Rights
Mick Clack/Frank Fish/Paul Gibbon
Uploaded
March 01, 2005
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MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Yawn! Here we go AGAIN....right,in the good ol' days there used to be a venue in Oxford called The Caribbean Club. We'd always go there after the pubs closed because you could drink Red Stripe until two in the morning and there'd usually be some local band playing on the little stage. Anyway, one night, Nige and Trev's roadie Tommy is walking down the street and he bumps into this posh bloke called 'Allum' who he hadn't seen for ages. 'Allum' used to hang around with us but he was always different. Well brought up like, you know, not short of a bob or two. Anyway, Tommy says to him 'HEy Allum! Long time no see. Where you off to then?' 'Oh We're going to the Caribbean' Says 'Allum', his arm round a pretty girl. 'Great. Who's playing tonight?' replies Tommy all excited. 'Allum' looks slightly embarrassed. 'Er..no. We're going to the CARIBBEAN'. Tommy watched them walk off with their suitcases. The girl wasn't really THAT pretty... FRANK FISH on guitar, slide guitar and vocals; MICK CLACK on bass, keyboards, guitar, midi drums and virtual audiophonic scalpel (slightly blunt) DALE MARSHALL: Drum kit PAUL GIBBON: Piano PERRY SMITH: Shrieking
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I've decided on eleven fires to light the way to my heart yaow yaow baby yeahh plunder them Where you off to then Oh we're going to the Caribbean Says Allum, his arm round a pretty girl. Great who's playing tonight replied Tommy All excited. Allum looked slightly embarrassed. Er no we're going to the Caribbean Tommy nodded and watched them walk off. Do you see what I'm trying to say Do you see what I'm trying to say The bloke thought Baby Jesus Were Tommy and Allum the same height Yup The same weight Yes Ehh Ehh So you could say they were the same size Exactly Great the next morning Tommy woke up with a Red Stripe hangover Fully clothed on his Louise's sofa Light the way blubbered blubbered To my heart beep beep Light the way I've decided on eleven fires Light the way blubbered blubbered Plunder them Light the way Eleven ways Yaow plunder them The way Eleven fires My heart Attention tension
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