| Functie | 1× band |
| Geslacht | man |
| Herkomst | Verenigd Koninkrijk 🇬🇧 |
| Genres | indie rock, pop, punk rock pop, rock |
| Site |  feetband.co.uk |
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Biografie
·It was certainly an 'onanight' night in an illegal underground rave. Dwarves were flying and hookers were spinning. The coked up DJ smacked El Geingo's favourite hooker, Tiffany Angel, starting a club wide blood bath. Being pushed out onto the street as the 500 man brawl escalated, George (El Geingo's former bodyguard) found himself fighting Oli (the clubs hype man). They shared punches and knife wounds. Out of nowhere, a great nude mass drop kicked them both (Joe). Red and Blue lights shone in every direction. THE FUZZ! Everyone scrambled, hurdling bodies and tramp stamps. Oli, Joe and George all found themselves in Tiffany Angel's pad. Hooker's get so much company but are so alone. She insisted the guys stay the night. She couldn't take another night of crying herself to sleep.
In the early hours of the morning they were all woken by the sound of Tiffany Angel hard at work. The first client of the day. Who was this man that needed the warmth of a woman at 5.47am on a Sunday. With every "harder daddy" and "spit in my mouth" the guys were eager to learn of this clients identity. With a final moan and a shuddering grunt, he had finished with an astonishing record of 1 minute 58 seconds. This was it. The build up. The anticipation. As the door opened, a mist of sweat and passion filled the room. As the mist started to fade; the first thing emerging into focus was this legendary chest hair. The guys were mesmerized. It must be Zeus himself... No, it was Harry.
A year later the boys met a mysterious woman wrestling a goat with a shoe and milk bottle. The goat was on losing ground taking blow after blow so the guys ran to it's aid, yet the woman was too powerful. She took the guys money, shoes and dignity. The goat thanked them for their help and offered to manage them but the woman came back and shouted "I'LL MANAGE YOU PESKY KIDS AND YOUR DUMB DOG" clearly deluded thinking they were Mystery Inc and that a goat, that she previously battled, was a dog. To this day, they are still too afraid to tell her they are not detectives traveling around solving mysteries committed by costume lovers, but instead are a band called FEET. This is how they met Tara.
It was the start of the bois UK tour with Meclan Dckenna and they found themselves on a beach in Brighton with a guitarist down. shaking with nerves and dread, they starting running to the sea for an easy way out when suddenly they tripped over a box causing it to tumble and open. Emerging from the cardboard cavity was a long haired refugee who had escaped a politically corrupt Asian country, with a vendetta against western civilisation. the boys named him Callum.
In the early hours of the morning they were all woken by the sound of Tiffany Angel hard at work. The first client of the day. Who was this man that needed the warmth of a woman at 5.47am on a Sunday. With every "harder daddy" and "spit in my mouth" the guys were eager to learn of this clients identity. With a final moan and a shuddering grunt, he had finished with an astonishing record of 1 minute 58 seconds. This was it. The build up. The anticipation. As the door opened, a mist of sweat and passion filled the room. As the mist started to fade; the first thing emerging into focus was this legendary chest hair. The guys were mesmerized. It must be Zeus himself... No, it was Harry.
A year later the boys met a mysterious woman wrestling a goat with a shoe and milk bottle. The goat was on losing ground taking blow after blow so the guys ran to it's aid, yet the woman was too powerful. She took the guys money, shoes and dignity. The goat thanked them for their help and offered to manage them but the woman came back and shouted "I'LL MANAGE YOU PESKY KIDS AND YOUR DUMB DOG" clearly deluded thinking they were Mystery Inc and that a goat, that she previously battled, was a dog. To this day, they are still too afraid to tell her they are not detectives traveling around solving mysteries committed by costume lovers, but instead are a band called FEET. This is how they met Tara.
It was the start of the bois UK tour with Meclan Dckenna and they found themselves on a beach in Brighton with a guitarist down. shaking with nerves and dread, they starting running to the sea for an easy way out when suddenly they tripped over a box causing it to tumble and open. Emerging from the cardboard cavity was a long haired refugee who had escaped a politically corrupt Asian country, with a vendetta against western civilisation. the boys named him Callum.
