Thee Headshrinkers

If there was ever an ad for joinmyband.com, this story is it. Rob (stocking) and Gino (balaclava) found each other there and started practicing as a Duo in a mate’s garage sandwiched between rusty bicycles and an old MG. They wanted to sound like The Jesus & Mary Chain. It didn’t quite work out that way. Planning for his imminent move to Hastings not to be a lonely one Stiv (dolls head) also found the couple, who by this time thought a human drummer would be a nice addition, through the musician matchmaking site. Rob, primarily a lover of Northern Soul and reggae, spent his youth playing in mod and ska bands and spent one summer travelling across Europe in an ambulance playing squats and community centres with crust punks Rites Of Man. It was never the plan for him to be chief lyricist and singer, he just did it until “they found someone better." When asked for band inspirations. The answer is immediate. The Eighties Match Box B-Line Disaster, The Fall and the Sex Pistols. And ambition? “To play the 100 Club.” Can’t say fairer than that. Songs driven by the bass line, with no middle eight, making repetition an art form. Vocals spit and sneer, Gino’s turns his Vox Phantom into a full fuzz incendiary device, all held together by Stiv’s fast and loose garage beat.