Three old chums; Gareth Joseph (Irish extract) Bradyberg, Nick Stix (Steady Boy) Tidy (Son of Bill) and Keith(I'm kipping here) Kwinn.
They would often stare out at the smoggy, overcast Liverpool skyline, and dream their collective dream - of one day playing their very own special brand of "rock n' roll" music in romantic & distant where the "streets are paved in gold." "If only we had a really dynamic, incredibly talented and very good looking front man...", Gaz thought"everything else would just fall into place." "But where could we find some one like that ?" asked Kwinn hopelessly. "Never mind lads..." said Nick (ever the eternal optimist) "we're gonna' make it, I know we will."
