beestealer

Right. I promised a mega rant and now here we go.

There has been a bit of a shift in the balance of powers in my little world and it's kinda big news for both the bands that I play within and social constructs.

Basically the lead guitarist of The War Room has left the band after being confronted with his commitment issues with the act.

The story follows thus:

Last year this Dick (we'll call the guitarist this for now), decided he wanted to start a fashionable indie/electro act with another guitarist friend of his. The mission being to create cool, dancable, indie music with full on hard rock and total electro break downs, nice idea, nu-rave was soooo in. The act was completed by G-Shock on drums and myself playing bass guitar and synths.

The act struggled with names for a long time untill I saw a box in Al's (Dicks co guitarist) house labelled, Beth's Toys. I thought that sounded like a cool name, but I had issues with real Beth's of my past so I suggested BEST TOYS. It stuck, a legend was born and the Paradise Circus EP was recorded. The instant success of the act surprised us all, with acoustic sessions on Kerrang radio's unsigned show and gigs booked all over the west midlands within 5 months of getting started. Dick however thought we had already made it and his coke and 'sexy party' lifestyle led him to believe he was above the music. He confronted me one afternoon, suited and booted and told me... 'Al and I are kicking G-Shock out the band, he's (more talented than me - Ed) not got the commitment, do you still want to play for us'. I try to reason with him, he sights G-Shock not being able to practice on friday nights as his lack of commitment . It seems my opinion is second to the real band members Dick and Al.

Squeeze fucking me, but aren't I an equal member of this show? It seems no. I tell him if that's the way he runs a business he's a twat and I'd rather loose the chance to 'make it' with a bunch of idiots that end up making me hate the job I've dreamed of having since childhood...

So Best Toys fall before they have really learned to stand.

Now the politics that followed are mad. Dick still plays with G-Shock and myself in another band The War Room... tense... yes. Dick drifts away from everyone, the other guys in TWR loose respect and contact with a guy not really bothered by the climate. Dick's personal life gets more and more absurd and true colours shine.

Now he has gone after missing a few booked practices and studio time. He still lives with our enigmatic Irish frontman, they're still mates. But essentially Dick is dead to most people now.

THEN.... it turns out that the reason for the drifting distance and Dick's dickish behaviour is that he has kept Best Toys going with Al in secret. They have found a couple of weak minded and talentless lackies to play bass and drums while they prance and snort their gay ways across small stages. Now them having another band is cool, but thye have stolen what was ours, but is essentially my name for the act. They have also been promoting themselves with the EP we recorded last year. Now stop me if I'm wrong, but don't you usually need the artists permission for public playing of music?

FUCKING TWATS... it's just not cool, intelligent, kosher or fucking cricket!

Ding dong the witch is dead I hope they fucking OD. The new myspace is full of gay little quips at G-Shock and me to, like, we would have mega super synth sounds if we owned one and the drummer listed as super commited. What the fuck, they're children just idiot children...

On the positive side of things. The War Room now sound 10x as good without the 3 minute guitar solos and Dicks ugly face ruining our stage show. Plus I get to play guitar as well as keys now YAY!


I'm sad because through the actions of one Dick I lost a whole group of good mates in the form of Al and his housemates. They used to be so close, but Dick used his closeness to Al to ba mouth G-Shock and I to a whole collection of people. He has a spiteful tongue and his arrogance prevented his from being able to admit that it all fell down because he was a twat and handled something sooo badly.


I'm sad because Dick used to be such a good friend. A metal head through and through, that showed me how beautiful Black Metal can be and someone I would have long chats about Pink Floyd and girlfriends with. A compadre to go on the pull with, the guy that I sat onto of the Uni Library roof with at 4 in the morning to smoke a J after a night of mind melting narcotics. Someone I had love and respect for. Now through nobody's fault but his, he's a skinny white jeans wearing, The Kooks and The Killers listening indie ponce, that has dillusions of grandure and says nasty things to nice people because he thinks he's better than anyone because he... 'Wised up and forgot about metal'. Big shame. Bigger shame because I don't miss him at all.

There is so much more I could say about all of this, but it gets too much like bitching about an ex, only this ex is two people... that shit hurts.



The early days, good times. You can see my arm in the bottom right if you look close. I used to play 'off stage'

This is my happy place. We changed the name again, but this time it's gonna stick. Promise.

New show lined up for 12th June. Connect 4 @ Island Bar. Come see us. The new myspace for this act will be up and running soon with samples of madness for your ears.

Please note: These tracks will not represent us at all in any way .

The War Room are playing Valefest day festival in Brum. Come see us.

I wish I could write more, but I'm tired emotionally and really...