3
steps to aural heaven ...
1. find some be-suited bastard wearing a set
of white earphones
2. beat him to death with his own umbrella and steal his i-pod
3. upload our new mp3s from the downloads
link on the right and rock out before getting sent down for murder while we
profit from your notoriety you dumb impressionable bastard
call
him golem ...
jake,
the mighty chase's golem-like drummer
(rumour has it that band rabbi roy "work schmork" jackson created
jake from a mountain of clay), has ground some bones to make his bread and organised
a gig for the mighty chase at the bongo club on oktober the 6th.
here he is to tell you about it...
poison
monkeys
the
many faces of roy - bassenführer
the mighty chase's osam-a-like bass player roy
"hightower" jackson, when he's not pursuing his one-man jihad against
scotrail, likes to take
advantage of his freakish alien genes and morph into other things. wow. freaky
man. here are his top four fave faces...
(click on the faces for mindblowing animationary bedazzlement)
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| disco roy - he'll spin you right round baby right round.... | ladyroy of bangkok- disturbingly alluring | 1970s american heterosexual cop roy - don't blow smoke up his ass | squaw
roy - |
the 2 faces of jake - drum-beast
jake, the chase drummer, meanwhile, only has
two settings. mental and hulk-mental.
match mix-up
mike the singer
went to tynecastle recently to see hearts v livingston.
but the game was in livingston.
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Mike
the singer at Tynecastle. All alone. |
ethnic-minority support
the chase got a big thumbs up from members of
scotland's irish-catholic community at the recent glasgow celtic versus glasgow
rangers soccer event.
as this picture shows, some of our protestantly-challenged fanbase felt so strongly
about our last gig that they simply had to tell the world how good we are.
it's good to know we're right up there with the pope and the ira.
the game itself ended with rangers being deservedly humped like the khizanishvili-stealing
fuckers they are.
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begorrah,
top of the morning, to be sure, up the 'ra etc.....bless their cotton
socks |
edinburgh band the mighty
chase - they wrote a song about thierry henry and love
knee jerk
stu would like to thank everyone who's been asking
about his knee recently. chase obsessees will know that the grumpy-as-feck
guitarist dislocated it a while back. he says it is fine now.
apart from the nausea-inducing agony that makes every single day a "living
hell".
tar
thanks to those poor fools who came to see us at the
opening night of lock stock and whatever at the bongo club. muchos appreciatos
or something. sorry we were so crap.
and thank you very much to page 6 who had time for some kind words for us during
their funktastic set.
edinburgh band the
mighty chase - they wrote a song about thierry henry and love
poison monkeys
thankyouallyouwonderfulpeople
the chase would like to thank everyone who came
to lend their support at the venue in edinburgh on december 27th.
i'm sure everyone
will agree, it was freezing.
big gig
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the venue yesterday |
open wide, say "aaah",
and get ready to swallow this news-pellet.
famously-rubbish band the chase have somehow managed to get themselves a gig
at the venue in edinburgh on saturday december 27th.
how did they manage that? beats me, but if the chase have anything to do with
it, it promises to be an utterly crap night.
tickets will probably be a fiver and will be available from band members or
probably on the door on the night. more details might follow one day.
edinburgh band the mighty chase - they wrote a song about thierry henry and love poison monkeys
crap
band
a truly heroic performance was given by chase members
mike stirton and roy jackson on november the whateverteenth after the other
half of the band managed to break and snap and pop parts of their bodies.
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stu's
knee-trauma |
first
of all, guitar-knobber stuart farquhar explangonophrated his kneecap while playing
the manly sport of badminton and was immediately encased in a tomb of plaster
by over-zealous doctors.
then, a day or two before the gig, drum-monster jake miller defragulated his
rib-rack while riding some two-wheeled contraption and was banned by some more
over-zealous doctors from hitting his drums or whatever he does
but the other two, in some fit of camp homage to freddy mercury, squealed "the
show must go on" and played the gig anyway, announcing themselves to bemused
punters as "the ch".
it was shit and they were booed off stage.
