Khagool.

I met a singer/songwriter while I was lazing the day away, lying around the stone circle at Glastonbury just after the turn of the millenia.

We got talking about tuneage, agreed on a few things and decided to get together to record a few test tracks.

After writing and experimenting with a shitload of songs I felt the need to expand what we'd created and involve other musicians for they're own take on the songs we were building.

We advertised, poached and cajouled Lowend Laws on bass,

Alun, whose knickname is to offensive to print here, like fuck it is, no censorship! He was affectionately known as CuntChops! He played guitar.

Slappinskins Aaron was a drummer and percussion specialist,

H was the sound engineer with impeccable hairy ears &

I played synths/keys with Ropey out front singing & struming.

A few gigs down the line we recruited Mad Mike,

another drummer & perc player who then switched back and forth with Slappinskins,

who would then be free to dance into the audience, even if they were take no shit biker freaks & taunt them with his Hiatan voodoo fertility stick while wearing his favourite wrestling mask.

We played countless gigs, ripping around the country in an 8 berth camper van & if we were'nt doing that we were rehearsing in an old barn we rented just outside Cardiff.

We had just been offered a vinyl release by a certain record company when the boat started to well and truly rock.

It sank out of view after a bitter and strained live recording session for the BBC, that Lowend dubbed the Let it Be tapes.

My faith in Khagool died, ego unchecked is monstrous to observe and I flew to India to get away from the trainwreck that I was currently caught up in, the recording sessions for our debut album.