Everything seemed to be going well, but, and there’s a big but: something’s not right between our new guitarist Stuff and Maniac. And we’re not sure what will happen between the two of them on stage on Saturday.

Stuff’s really made a strong impression on all of us. First of all he’s a great guitarist and entertainer, second, Bedlam is happy to have his guitarist-party-brother and third he’s the first one in the band with a driver’s licence! Something that’s quite useful when the band is on tour…

Big Boned Barabas is to young to have one, The Mutt is to lazy to get one, and Maniac always fails trying to get one (he always get furious at the driver’s test because he’s not allowed to freshen up with some JD) It is rumoured that Bedlam actually had a driver’s license, but that he cut it in pieces one night, since he needed some extra plectrums.

Stuff being such an asset, you may wonder what’s happened then. Well, Stuff is a young, good-looking guy, and, he’s bare-chested on stage. It’s got to Maniac’s head that Stuff’s ambition is to try to steal the girls’ attention from Maniac when playing live. Sounds silly, I know, but once it get into Maniacs head, it hardly ever goes out (except with the help of a few drinks).

Maniac gave Stuff a warning the other day:

(Sorry, our foreign friends, it’s in Swedish. Maniac always starts ranting strange languages when he’s furious. Maybe he can translate it later.)

We all hope for the best on Saturday, and that Stuff gets back in one piece. I have asked Bedlam to give Stuff some advice how to deal with Maniac, which he was eager to do.

Well, things like this always seem to give Maniac extra energy on stage, so you can be certain that the gig on Saturday will be a great one. Also, playing before the Clan are some other great bands: Spirit Still, Abbey Orchestra and Captain Black Beard.

I won’t be able to attend myself, but the band sure wants to see you there.

/Pär
- the manager

We have added a new section for your satisfaction. It’s the VIDEOS-section. There you can find the fresh video for Tattletail and also some liveshots from Mejeriet, Lund, Sweden february 13th. From that live show, there is also photos available in the PHOTOS-section.

This week is all work and no fun. But the weekend means gig i Höör and the Mutts birthday bash, where we also will make a rocking appearance. Looking forward to that.

Also a new post on the gigsection. We’re coming to rock Rockville L.A. in Landskrona April 16. We support this new club and hats off to Wilhelm who made it happen.

Instead, Sticky Dirt, will join us on stage and take Close Quarters place.

Best wishes to Viktor,

See you next time guys

I talked to a very enthusiastic Bedlam yesterday: “Well, this dude sure can party like a guitarist! He even brushes his teeth in JD!”

This all sounded great. But as you know from what I told you a couple of days ago, I could also foresee an upcoming conflict with Maniac here. He is not famous for just giving up an argument that easy. But what did he do?

He brought Stuff with him on a radio interview yesterday night, and presented him to the world. You can listen to the show here, InRock on Radio AF (I’m afraid it’s in Swedish, but if you write to Maniac he will translate the whole thing for you):

In Rock, Radio AF 9/2-2010

Well, it is rumoured that Stuff really knows how to play the guitar too, and I will see for myself on Saturday on Mejeriet in Lund. (also see the event on Facebook).
I’m really looking forward to this fabulous rock’n'roll kick-off and I finally get to see Badmouth and Close Quarters too.

See you there!

Pär
- the manager

PS Ugly Mutt tired of being called ugly all the time, he thought he was too beautiful for that. And the others thought he was more rabid than ugly so he’s called Rabid Mutt now. But he’s still a mutt! DS

The band has been on the hunt for a second guitarist for quite a while now. The obvious reason for this is that they want an even heavier sound on stage but the real reason is something else, at least for Bedlam: He claims that guitarists are the only ones who really know how to party.

Of course, the others can’t accept this statement, and especially Maniac gets furious when Bedlam brings up this issue. More than once they have argued about this with their fists.

Nevertheless the others have accepted the idea of having another guitarist, but it’s been quite hard finding one. Strange really, since there are a lot of talented guitarist out there, one would think. Many have tried, many have failed. At least in the eyes of Bedlam.

To say the least, he’s very picky. He wants his guitar wingman to be perfect in all senses.

On one occasion for example, he invited the two guitarists, that had come to audition, to share a few glasses JD with him. Three bottles later, Bedlam said that it was time to play. By then one of the guys had fallen asleep and the other one could hardly stand.

“Wimps” said Bedlam and threw them out.

After that Bedlam changed his strategy for the tryouts, tired of Maniac and Ugly Mutt chuckling over “guitarists that couldn’t handle it”. And it became harder, much harder.

I remember this guy that first had to play for two hours, Bedlam stopping him every now and then: “Wrong! Again”. I thought he did quite well in the end but he was exhausted and seemed even more nervous than before.

They sat down in the sofa afterwards and Bedlam asked him “How thick is the strings you use?”

“.11″, the guy answered.

“You’re kidding me!!” Bedlam boomed, shaking his head. The guy obviously thought it was the wrong answer and looked even more nervous. Maniac didn’t make things better by leaning over and saying “Come on Bedlam, it’s not your fault, it’ll work out in the end”.

A couple of more questions like that and the dude was in ruins, sweating all over. It’s not that Bedlam is especially threatening as a person. Off stage he’s actually very kind and easy-going. But he’s very tall, almost 2 meters, a man of few words and has that dark serious look in his eyes when he’s concentrated, so apparently the guy felt very small.

Suddenly Bedlam rose up from the sofa walked a few paces, turned around and asked “What kind of beer do you drink?”

“I like light…no…dark beer…no….” Trying to find the right answer he looked at Bedlam for some reactions.

“no, I can’t handle this…” He jumped up, grabbed his guitar and rushed out the door.

Bedlam shook his head. “Strange guy, I thought it was going quite well, and I was just going to grab some beer in the kitchen…”

Well, let’s hope for the best with the new recruit. We’ll let you know as soon as there are some news.

Pär
the manager

A new guitarrist, to support Bedlam on stage, is currently learning our songs and we hope you all will see him on stage soon. When we are ready we will make a closer presentation here on the Killer Clan web.

In skånska, from me:

Learn all about the event at www.sthlmrockout.com!

It’s gonna be GREAT!!

This is the first part of the chorus in our one day fresh song, which we will carry in the set for Rockbåten as the opening song. You will not be disapointed. As I sit here with a grand beaker of the latin american national drink of Calimucho and feel really lucky to be part of this crazy gang of fucked up nogoods It comes to mind that once there was this very young man called Archibald Daniels going on a short trip abroad to see his favourite artist Rob Zombie.

When the opening act was done they announced that mr Zombie was ill or something and instead the brittish pop band Ash would stand in. This was not great for the already VERY toxic Archibald. He went bezerk. Drank all the beer in a famous bar in the city where it all occured and blacked out like a baby. When he came to his senses (well almost that is) he found himself smoking a joint with two really weird guys at a railway station in the outer rim of that alien city.

From there he took an extremly expensive cab to the harbour just to find out that the last boat was long gone and it would be hours and hours until the first morning boat arrived. Now, this particular winters day there was a heavy snowstorm in this nordic capital and the bloke needed a place to rest. He found himself wandering the empty streets as the high wore off and finally he found a coffeshop to rest his frozen body and heat up the buzzing mind with a couple of beers.

At this little sleazy bar a very unsexy 70-year old eskimo woman without any front teeth asked if she could help him out with a blow job for the humble price of 8$. Archibald went into a chock state and screamed NOOOO! from the top of his loungs.

Soon after this the boat arrived and our hero found his friends, who had lost him after a fight with cops and ambulances involved, and he went home (only to continue the very unhealthy party that was going on).

But the lady from the bar stuck in his mind and jumped up like the man in the box in his nighmares years and years after this and now this event has crawled itself  into a song again. The soon to be finished “Stay-in-bed-day” will be at least partly inspired from theese events. Some of the involved may protest, but this is how the story goes…

Yours faithfully/ Maniac Archibald Daniels