Unsigned, Peeled, Bequivered. A Small Story Of A Local Band: Part 4.

Bogwoppit had what Shandy Boberts may have balked at describing as a ‘team‘ because it consisted of two other people who actually did things.  Shandy would have probably referred to the three people as an army.  One was a handyman who was building – and making an unusually good job of it – the studios….

Not The World’s Strongest Man

 I grew up in the 1980s: in the midst of the New Romantic era in a household in which the closest thing I had to music on a daily basis was the sound of my old man singing ‘Morning Has Broken’ as he repaired the holes in the wall that my mother had made, throwing…