This is the true story of one aspiring band's out-of-control, flat spin and predictable nosedive into rock 'n' roll obscurity. It's a torrid, tragic yet hilarious tale that will surely strike a chord with many a band out there. Because these guys weren't going to go down quietly, they would go kicking and screaming with a defiant, united swagger, and a firmly-raised middle finger directed at the tide of indifference, musical and cultural, of the prejudices of their times.
Share their journey as all their hopes, dreams and ambitions crash and burn, then apparently sink without trace, buried for all eternity... until now. For just like a fully preserved fossil, uncovered after nigh on a quarter of a century, their real story can at last now be retold in all its salacious detail. The filth and the fury, the divisions and the dirt, exposed and relayed just as ye gods of rock would have decreed. It's a very personal, honest, warts an' all account drawn from the diary entries of the band's frontman and lead vocalist, Matt Fielder.
Through all the ups and downs, tears, beers and occasional cheers of life in an outmoded, but still gigging heavy rock band in the 1990s. From its humble beginnings to its ill-fated 'Storm over London' tour and inevitable demise, It's raw, it's raucous, it's rock 'n' fucking roll... and you know you are going to love It!