It was obvious, in 1988 Grimsby, that the world was ready for it.

The last vestiges of the brass-band era were flickering and dying. People were putting away their gold braid and peaked caps.

Then the Gas Club happened!

Unsuspecting Gas Club regulars were left agape. The thump-thump-thump of the one stick drummer. The pounding bass. The slightly out-of-tune guitars.

The Bleenees had arrived. ... more