Maybe a book group? Nope. You get The Bloody Foreigners! Among them, they have a century of education in ways of science and know full well that a badger’s spleen is a great remedy for flatulence.
It all started when youngster Ard saw a three stringed guitar (shitar) on his uncle’s living room wall. Picked it up and attempted playing “Moj Bjondine”. 2 months later, 3 lots of blisters and 50g of fingertip skin loss, he got it. Meanwhile, Fatos B found a guitar for a fiver in a charity shop, although it is still questionable whether or not extracurricular activities were performed between him and the shop assistant. He learnt ‘Nothing else matters’ in a week and bagged himself a girlfriend by playing that song to her. Result!
Ard moved in with Fatos D, who was in love with groovy basslines, and did it really well with his mouth. Basslines, that is. These guys started working their fingerspitzen off while churning out some tasty riffs. Fatos B joined them as a singer/gymnast and the potential for stage mayhem hit the required level to come up with the name “The Bloody Foreigners”. To keep it foreign they tried a few drummers from their motherland but settled on a Chelmsford boy who buys spoons for his grandma in every country he sets foot in.
Together they sound foreign, surreal in other words- chirrkooz, cheeyah nohnurn npill!!!
Everyone pulls the band in different directions which makes it very difficult to pinpoint what are they on about. Balkan beats, new wave, funk, post punk, pre punk, punk, yo mama’s a skunk are what jumps out of their songs.