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Cell – Drums
Creme Brulee welcome back to the fold 'Cell', who was forced to leave us when other commitments became too much for him to stay with us.
However, he has now realised the error of his ways and, after 'H' was forced to quit for medical reasons (he fell off his bike FFS!!) Cell has, after a prolonged period of depping drummers, decided to "give us another go"! (Unofficially, the band have only let him back in because he has a big van!)
Cell was found as a baby in a Swamp pit just South of Bradford when they were surveying for the building of the M62. He was hand reared by a homosexual land surveyor called Ken in a shed on a building site, until the age of twelve. His drumming skills were bourne out of hammering on the sides of the shed trying to get out. Inadvertently hitting paint cans, he realised that they made a better noise than bashing planks of pine.
He, together with his lovely wife (another reason for his inclusion), a gaining quite a reputation for their annual party "Cellfest" which takes place in their own back garden. A full blown live rock festival which attracts many local bands, complete with portaloos and massive marquee, goes on well into the morning. Look out for special invites!
Cell givin' it the beans
Gear:
We'll get back to you on that!
- for now - a very, VERY loud drum kit