The InCureables (2025 – present)
Hotter than a Fire In Cairo, these 5 Imaginary Boys (who don’t cry) are London’s primary tribute to Crawley’s finest Goth pop institution.
Big Slice (1994 – 1996)
In August 1993 I moved to Camden with unfinished business. I was going to become a critically acclaimed and commercially-successful indie rockstar. So with generous help from the DSS and the odd guilty withdrawal from the bank of Mum and Dad plus cash-in-hand catering work at Alexandra Palace, my brother Dave and I hunkered down in Camden with a four-track and recorded a batch of new songs — soon-to-be-timeless classics that would move the head, the heart and the hips. We recruited a French drummer, Guillaume, and lured in a local music promoter friend, Sean, on lead guitar, plus his mate Phil on Moog. And out of the Pointy Birds’ ashes rose a new band which, after several months of squabbling, had a zeitgeist-capturing band name people could take seriously — Big Slice, or B.S. for short
The Pointy Birds (1988 – 1993)
Back in the early nineties, I was the lead singer in an indie-pop band called the Pointy Birds (yes, I know, great name). We played the backrooms of London’s pubs and toilet venues, rubbing shoulders with the likes of Blur, Suede, Pulp and Radiohead. But while they went on to bigger and better things during the explosion of Brit-pop, we couldn’t get signed, sold no records and got bottled off stage at our first ever gig. But we did have one big fan. His name was Ricky. He worked as the Entertainments Manager at the University of London Union and became our manager.
We were the band who didn’t become rich or famous, but our manager did.
