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Band Bio (sort of...) : Grown from hedge-clippings in the deep underground dungeon of a Japanese mad scientist, Kyle began life when radioactive goo reacted with some ordinary floor polish and a half-year-old pizza crust to form a sentient being called Melvin. Melvin stumbled into the hedge-clippings as a result of consuming too many eccies with Russian vodka at a rave party. The clippings melded into Melvin's erratic body-chemistry, lending it some stability and enough mass to form a full-h...

Band Bio (sort of...) : Grown from hedge-clippings in the deep underground dungeon of a Japanese mad scientist, Kyle began life when radioactive goo reacted with some ordinary floor polish and a half-year-old pizza crust to form a sentient being called Melvin. Melvin stumbled into the hedge-clippings as a result of consuming too many eccies with Russian vodka at a rave party. The clippings melded into Melvin's erratic body-chemistry, lending it some stability and enough mass to form a full-human sized body, not to mention the ability to photosynthesise. Kyle enjoys long walks on the beach and soaking his feet in nutrient-rich water. Crafted from left-over figjam and funk extract, Callun was baked for 35 minutes in a preheated, fanforced oven then turned twice. He was served on a silver platter with beans, turnips and a gravyboat filled with white-wine vinegar and minced radish. The size of a chaffage, he is better prepared the night before a banquet and left to marinate overnight. He enjoys the finer things in life and prefers being treated like a princess over being kicked repeatedly in the head with fuzzy-bunny slippers. Kristi was a Mexican jumping bean that became exposed to cosmic rays while on a mission to Mars with Buzz Aldran. The later stages of the mission went awry and Kristi was forced to abort and landed the module in a gator-swamp in Florida. Being a clever bean, she soon became a gator-wrangler and sold midget finches to neighbouring tribes of fidget-monkeys. All went well until a fidget-monkey clan decided to breed their own finches and undercut Kristi's prices. This forced her into an early retirement to the island of Australia. There she fell in love with a peanut butter sandwich and slurpee-dome. The Sandwich and the dome fought it out, winner take all style but both were swept up by a street cleaner and Kristi has been filling the void in her life with novacaine and vegemite ever since. Matt spent the 60's inside a green-tea sandwich on the run from the CIA in Cuba. There he was hunted down, killed and bottled for public consumption. On the way to the shops to be sold, however, he reincarnated as a pebble and rolled all the way from Cuba to Tasmania where he was frozen in a block of dry-ice. Left out in the sun one day he both thawed out and contributed to the carbon emissions of Tasmania. Not realising he was no longer in the 60's, he put on some bell-bottoms and a funky hat and went on his merry way. Unfortunately he died in a horrible cheese accident. Currently he is a zombie with an old tube-radio amp for a brain and a dozen D-cell batteries powering a Lucas starter-motor for his pulmonary system.