About
Miss Kellaneous on Vocals!
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Taken at birth as part of an progressive musical movement and raised on wild pistachios, berries and Wagner, Miss-Kellaneous developed a penchant for nuts and loud, fruity music. However, as she grew older and failed to blossom into the much-anticipated wild operatic savant they had envisaged at conception, her captors, especially disappointed with her inability to pirouette on demand, offered her up for sale.
Finding neither suitor nor bidder, they took to travelling the world, charging scientists to use her as a bizarre example to disprove the nature/nurture hypotheses. She was spotted by Shooting Fish during a session with a Norwegian who was trying to elicit the sounds of her native fauna from the wilds of Bora Bora; mistaking it for a new form of evolutionary punk, they quickly snatched her up, unaware of their adopted role as both saviour and captor. The tag around her wrist, following the Norwegian’s unusual but daring double-blind experiment, merely read ‘Miscellaneous’.
In a final ironic turn of events, now forced into constantly re-enacting the torturous sounds from her past in order to create the loud fruity music she loved so much, Miss Kellaneous developed a nasty case of Stockholm Syndrome - but you’ll have to ask the bassist for further information…
Steve-o ‘ThunderMonkey’ Blivion on Bass!
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Where does the legend stop and the man begin? No one truely knows the origin of this sub-sonic-superstar. Some say he was forged in fires of hell when the world was young. Others say he evolved from an ancient B.C. Rich Warlock that had been exposed to lethal cadmium radiation. Some even believe he was just a chap who didn’t have the co-ordination for drums or the skill for guitar, but his meat like appendages were almost genetically perfect for the weilding the rumbling distorted superweapon that is part and parcel of being Shooting Fish’s bass player.
This bass-bashing-behemoth had many failed attempts at unleashing his own brand of bowel disrupting brown noise in many an unsuspecting band, due to his lack of talent they all met with limited success. Then one day a chance encounter between Davey ‘Two Fingers’ Strattos and Steve-o changed their lives and the course of music history forever.
From amidst the chaos and confusion of shitty turn-of-the-new-millenium music came a simplistic powerful rumble that heralded a sound that the world, neigh the universe had never experienced before… The kidney destroying shockwaves of old were there but with it came a rythmical, tone heavy, face ripping guitar solo! The mighty Baboon was awakening and the rest, as they say, is history.
Davey ‘Two Fingers’ Strattos on Guitar!
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Even at an early age Davy ‘two fingers’ Strattos was showing signs that he was destined to be a guitarist. Forced by his parents into using a plectrum as a pacifier, his crib was heated by the valves from a 100Watt Marshall head. You could almost say there was no other choice for young Davey. After years of being surrounded by guitars he soon started down the long path that would eventually lead him to the way of the Baboon.
Creating a Guitar from shoe laces and an empty tissue box he was going nowhere fast, but the enthusiasm was undeniable. He soon took up the Air Guitar and immediately he was hooked. He would fly around the house ripping out solo after solo with ease, he was ready for the world, but was the world ready for him?
At the age of 12 he bought a ‘real’ guitar from Argos and was quickly discouraged by the difficulty of actually having to play, destroying strings by the hour he yearned for the good old days of the Air Guitar. Simple days with no restrictions. He gave up, World 1… Davey Nil..
Luckily he tried again 12 years later and now has almost a enough talent to blag a song or two and the old Air Guitar of his youth is finally locked away collecting dust…
Davey Kristoffen ‘Flat Foot’ Benton on the Cow Bell and Drums
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Baron Kristoffenolf von Bentonheimerflugel, to give him his full regal title, was discovered by a Bavarian nobelmen out hunting in the Black Forest. The hunters found themselves following the sound of a high speed rhythmical pounding that they assumed was some sort of mining equipment but upon entering a clearing they found a young, half naked boy beating away on a solid granite slab with his feet.
They quickly realised the drumming potential of this human beating machine and stuck a lump of two-by-four in each of his hands… and the legend was born. For many years his powerful concusive style of play backed up many a Tuba classic. However all was not well in the Bentonheimerflugel estate and soon came accusations of Oktoberfest fixing and stories of abuse regarding Marching Polka Bands. Fleeing the oppresion to the British musical underground, Kristoffen stumbled upon Davey Strattos and it became clear that he would join the the ranks of the Mighty Baboon.
Changing his name to Kristoffen Benton to avoid the shame of his adopted family name, he now survives as a drummer of fortune and head tea boy for the group. He seeks to one day restore his father’s name by changing the world with the power of ROCK!
The IG! on Guitar!
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After graduating in the mid 90’s with a degree in Shoegazing from the University Of Indie, several stints in poorly named bands eschewed. Womb, Fish Fright, and Ki all came and went with the vague stench of chiming indie guitar.
Rumours were rife that somewhere underground in some kind of twisted primordial soup an un-named band was forming. The band formed and all was good. Unfortunately for The IG it was about this time that the voices began, quietly at first, but his Indie resolve was strong and he put the perpetual gnawing desire in his stomach to the back of his mind and concentrated fully on his foppish hair and drainpipe jeans.
All of a sudden, for reasons unknown, the voices wouldn’t stop and that very day, out of nowhere, the question on everyone’s lips was finally asked “Do you fancy coming to rehearse with us one weekend?” That was it, one Acoustic Simulator was surgically removed and a Super Overdrive welded in its place, the output forcefully patched into some Marshall valve power and a new element to the Shooting Fish sound was added. Now if only they could do something about the damn Shoegazing.