As the final days before the inevitable gorging of ale and pies that had come to be known as Christmas and old father time lops the head off another year with his scythe of inevitability, it’s time methinks for a wee bit of reflection…2007 has been a bit of an upside down, crazy arse year for BC, we’ve played more gigs and enjoyed the seminal delights of more festivals than ever – along the way we’ve seen the sublime (Plan B, Subsource) and the ridiculous (….far too gentlemanly to say who…). We have received rave reviews (thank you NP LIFE, Vinyl Hog etc, etc) and one horrible one (again far to polite to point out who…but have a hearty old tinsel tinged Fuck You from us.)We’ve lost one band member and gained two new ones…So where oh where does that leave the prospects for the Big ‘Ol BC for 2008….Well our bunker hunkering has so far produced a whole new set filled with enormous beats and crunching geetars – So in answer to my own question, 2008 will see a whole new chapter for the story, nay the legend of the one, the very much only… Bomb Culture
Meanwhile back at BC Towers....In our ongoing quest to bring you closer to the band that you love we asked ‘What will BC do for Christmas?’ and here are just some of the answers….
Furry bald beat monkey and bass fiddling self molester Berty will be ‘watching the Queen’s Speech with all the reverence due to our beloved Monarch.’ He goes on to say ‘My big furry hand will be wrapped around my tiny little winky and I’ll be bashing away with some furry over her Madge’s divine God given right to eat swans.’
Erstwhile Chip-shop rat-catching geetar slut Steve Styles, says ‘I’ll be enjoying my Christmas dinner of fish fingers and sourkraut whilst warming my one good testicle over a charcoal briquette.’
Half crazed she wolf Selma however believes that ‘Christmas is a time for hunting midgets with a spear gun’.
Meanwhile Silver haired goat bothering VJ Mr Sul, thinks that ‘Everyone should come together to celebrate their love of humanity and hatred of Morrisey.’ Morrisey however, disagrees and believes that Sul is a twat and a half. What do you think, eh readers?
Finally, flaxen haired muscle bound greek-God –like Hunk Mooseglove says that ‘Christmas time is all about Mistletoe and Wine, Children Singing in Christian Rhyme and other such things. It is definitely not about felching or teabagging, so just leave it out okay? Think of the kids.’
And finally……
The Great Rock N Roll Pickle Contest….And so it is with great moisture that I announce the winning entry in the contest that has changed it’s name more times than I can remember (because I can never remember what it was originally called)…After great deliberation the winning entry is………..from Mr. Ugly Man Sul!!
And here for our delectation is his entry proudly displayed in Santa’s Grotto!
Congratulations Mr Sul – a cool frosty pint of booze will be winging it’s way to you from BC Towers any minute now! Look out for a brand new competition in the New year!
So as the Crimbo festivities begin, I’d be quite surprised if I was arsed to update this shit until at least after New Year, so with that in mind a very Merry Christmas to all our reader….(s).
Bomb Christmas – Everything is dangerous if you're stupid.
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