What can we say about Nic? A lot, but as we’re not ones for the usual platitudes that do a man no justice we’ll instead refer to our friend as a Whovian, a lover of things Apple, and the kind of maverick who has persistently refused to register a pulse for the last two years.

Make it a special Father’s Day this year with our fourth song; a driving rock classic that’ll have your dad’s blood boiling the next time he gets behind the wheel and, hopefully, make him want to run over that twonk presenter while he’s at it.

We may stir up a hornet’s nest with this one, but what the hell! When the previously radical becomes its own establishment it becomes as much a legitimate target for having “bum” written on it as “da system” does. That said, where’s my felt-tip pen?

Welcome, one and all, to this our Sunday service at the Church of the Patently Not Sodding There At All. For those of you who overslept again, you might just be able to sneak in before the Rev. Godfrey Heathen introduces our second song …

Journey with us to a decade of flared trousers, energy crises, and cocaine abuse as we bring you our very first song; “Disco Bitch”, the tale of a dancer with a serious attitude problem and a callous disregard for nightclub etiquette.