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Our answer to those irritating sugar-coated mailouts sent out by obsessed 14-year old teenyboppers on behalf of the 'fan' club of the band they so revere and who couldn't give a monkies about them, except maybe for a quick 15 minutes after a gig. Of course were not like that. We don't have any groupies or we'd be right in there with the pink biros and glucose syrup. However, we do offer a plain, ordinary email service which will tell you what we're up to, when we release stuff, whether we finally appear on the John Peel show and allow you to worship the ground we walk on as we shoot to international stardom. But seriously, stick your email address in the box - it's better than a kick in the head. And we promise not to pass on your address to any nasty capitalist organisation or the Reader's Digest. No spam, no adverts, no charge (no surprise). |
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