Satan's Cock
Satan's Cock were all doing this nasty job clearing out burnt junk from the Arson-ravaged Hartleys Jam Factory in Bermondsey. It went on for months. They would each trash a pair of overalls in less than fortnight and it was impossible to get the smell of burnt plastic out of their hair. Anyway, at some point during this living-hell they decided to become a band and Satan's Cock seemed like an appropriate name.
Originally conceived as an experiment in regressive-rock their sound has since drifted more into the English-vernacular idiom. Wistful, homespun post-skiffle with an undertow of monolithic brown-core, you might say.
SATAN'S COCK GIGS AT CLUB FANDANGO
