A desperate attempt by a band who do not know where their tinnitus stops and their tunes begin. They no doubt, now realise that their efforts would sound better had they invested in power tools from B&Qs bargain bucket rather than in guitars. An example of how important it is to own, or have access to, someone who can hold a note or two. The phrase "Aspiration exceeding ability" is not necessarily applicable since there is no evidence of ability. On a positive note, probably no-one will listen to it.

Pin Cushion

The Band

The MiniMetros can't sing or play. If you fancy doing some vocals let us know. If you like the stuff and want to use it carry on.

Grump Rock

It's what you listen to when you reach an age that makes it impossible to find out what's number one in the hit parade. 

It's what your slowly melting memory thinks punk rock used to sound like. 

It's what people with proper, smudgy tattoos, positioned at the correct locations around the body listen to.

It's what advocates of social not working like.

It's liked by those who wear platform shoes on a night out to disguise the limp.

It's not compilation albums of sense baffling electric bilge that no-one listened to the first time round. That's called "Father's Day Present"

It's not decade defying codgers reforming bands that were great when you were snogging your first girlfriend but now sound slightly sinister, banging away in the background, as you lace up your nikes ready for a trip down the GPs to get your repeat prescription. 

It's what you power walk to when you need to lose weight, prior to the operation.

It's a phase you go through before moving on to opera, which is a time in your life when the fat lady is the only one with enough dBs to overcome your high frequency hearing loss and drown your tinnitus.

Don't try and debate it with the bouquet of hoodies sat on your brightly coloured, grey mondeo. They won't understand.
