Ape Drape Escape

Hand picked from the cream of washed up child stars and inbred royal fodder is this nations saving grace, The Ape Drape Escape, with their tailored cut of nervously stitched rock and roll. The swamp of degenerate apes beating the Jesus out of the art of ability, like Cole Porter's bastard child after a night on the tiles, this is the new sound of Sheffield. It throbs and pummels, it doesn't stand and wait, it lurches at you like a drunken uncle. A visceral soup of subtle innuendo and palatable bad taste, they are the last word in uncultured cool. Head clash and knees tremor as the past is pulped and reshaped in to the new sound of music (without Julie Andrews of course), this could be the future of rock and roll.