Welcome to Idlefish!

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Band Profile

 

BEFORE

Crawling from the burning ocean it came. Lurching and gagging. Its huge, bulbous eyes straining against the torturing rays of the sun. It had come to die. Two sludge-filled gills gasping and snorting for air. The last of its kind. The Idlefish collapsed on the shore and waited for life to end.

The fight to carry on its breed? Frankly, it couldn't be arsed.

AFTER

Three musicians. Strong of groove and fat on experience. They vowed to uphold the ancient creature's moniker. But, like any classic cocktail, with a twist. "We should be the antithesis of the beast," they said. "That fat trout was a right lazy get."

NOW

Idlefish. The band. Now awake. Their former colleagues? Some were caught napping. The others lived too far away. A chance encounter through a mutual friend brought the fledgling threesome together. Once united, their dream for the biggest sound from a three-piece this side of Hampsthwaite started to become a reality. The music was born.

And it rocked.

BIG TIME!

 

The three still dream of the long forgotten creature. It's guttural snorting still ringing in their ears. The noxious gases from its hind-gill still hanging in their nostrils. The legacy of the Idlefish pumped through their veins. Beating their hearts. During daylight hours they could still taste it's foul, rotting stench on their lips. It made them drool. It was only at night that they sprayed some deodorant around, turned the PA up, and tried to ignore the smell. The new Trinity was evolving. Whereas the ancient Flounder had lost the will to fight, the trio's campaign to bring the noise to the kids was advancing rapidly. "Give it to 'em - LOUD!", the battle cry was heard. "But not too much in residential areas". In a matter of months, they were already winning the war on the small-to-medium-sized-pubs-that-put-on-bands-in-and-around-Harrogate. Yet, they knew to keep some of the their might in reserve for future assaults. The feedback was good. And up to press, the landlords were sweet. With sword and musket, a fancy new sampler, and headless bass, Idlefish go forth. With the words of the erstwhile gig-goer and military giant Arthur Wellesley helping to lengthen their stride: "This band is composed of the scum of the earth, I don't know what effect these men will have on the rock loving public, but by God they terrify me!"...

 

YOUR COMMENTS

 

Thanks to all of you that have filled in our feedback forms at the gigs, we would like to share some of the most entertaining comments we have had so far… keep it up….

• “Their sound is like being taken from behind by a well hung baboon by surprise, but more pleasant” John Cigar, That London
  
• “It’s a right proper, and magnificently eclectic, aural assault on me lugholes” Jim, Harrogate
  
• “Complete shite. But in a good way”. Helen Manager of Boots, Tadcaster.
  
• “They can’t sing. They can’t play. They’re pig ugly. But I managed to pull at one of their gigs after nearly 9 years without a shag. I now love ‘em’”. Stan and his dog, of no fixed abode.
  
• “I’m f**cking half deaf. Which plank gave that bl**dy bass player another gig? Neighbour of J Prince (the bass player)
  
• “Never realised my bowels were so loose after seeing Idlefish. I’ve not stopped sh**ing myself since kicking it in the mosh pit at their first gig”. Edith, Roseway Retirement home, Cottingham
  
• “Guitar. Bass. Drums, cant beat it. Go and see ‘em’” Simon, Dave and John, anonymous
  
• “I’ve never seen so much equipment in my life, I pity their roadies” Bruce Dickinson, that London.

There was no way back. No other way of seeing it. The 'Fish have come too far... One year and a few days on...

25000 miles around the world, loads of production, numerous lengthy intros, cancelled gigs, skin rashes, new chicks, old chicks, heartbreak, loss, bruised palms, blistered fingers, and old glory.

Now, it's time for new glory. We've spread our wings. We've got the tan. We've got the groove. We've picked ourselves up from the mudflats and the scum.

We've grown wings and we're flying. Realising the good old days of country, jazz, sessions, pop, indie pop, rock, pop, indie rock, jazzy sessions, and poppy country, Idlefish have merged magnificently. With brand new CD's of the old and bold tracks now emerging, we're cooking up a fresh live set for the Shires.

And you're all invited round for the feast.

 

Idlefish

 

P.S Rock on...Cajon...Come on.