Rude Mechanicals are a Pan-dimensional Creature manifesting itself in your reality as an Absurd Rock/Jazz/Punk Band consisting of Miss Roberts and her symbiotic slaves.
Dancing, lessons in Toe Sucking, body fluid meditation and other complimentary therapies included. Come, come now to my dark dark dark dark pit of...darkness, and wallow in your decadent
moistness....
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Miss Roberts. vocals, harmonica, bass (once)- Outsider Artist, controversial visionary, eccentric, and collector of small insignificant objects. "a peculiar hybrid of Mae West and Bette Davis's Baby Jane" Lee McFadden, Morning Star. |
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Dr.Cos - guitar, bass, synth, backing vocals - spent several years at sea before going into music full time. Loves doing anything that makes him the centre of attention. |
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Guy Avern - bass, keyboards, backing vocals - Once played the bass with a plastic fish and on a separate occasion sat on a swivel chair with a yellow paper cone to his mouth shouting whilst spinning round very quickly. He doesn't know how wide he is but he still vibrates to music which makes him feel quite good |
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Lynda Beast joined the Rude Mechanicals but grew tired of shaving and reverted to one of his other names, Stanley Bad.Plays violin, keyboard, coronet, anything else he can lay his hands on. |
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Jonas G Land Shape-shifting drummist/percussioner, lost and found in organised/deviant sound. Resentment towards computers; but earnestly taking them on. |
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