They crawled from the wreckage, blinking and confused – it was the 21st Century and the world need a lift.
Fed up with shoe gazing, introspection and everyday rock stars, two men met in a seedy bar in Leeds. Between them they hatched a plan to bring big big riffs, Ebola-catchy melodies and the glamour of confusion back the live circuit. .
Looking for partners in crime for this deconstruction of music, they searched the world for like mind souls. They found their bass player in the skeletal underworld of Gaudi’s Barcelona, he’s name was Miguel and he was ready to take up the challenge. .
Next stop New Zealand, where they found their drummer hidden deep in the mysterious mountains, just waiting to unleashed. .
The circle was complete, the riffs were big and the melodies to-die-for –ladies and gentlemen I give you – THE IDOL DEAD.