The Accidents
This bunch of pumped up musical types have got more power than a equine hormone injected cyclist, more chops than a footy club end of season barby and more moves than Gary Kasparov at a KGB chess tournament.
Personality leaps from the stage like a rampaging ferret on ecstasy .
After walking the length of India Gandhi said “Gee my feet hurt” and so will yours, the morning after an evening with the Accidents.
This bunch of pumped up musical types have got more power than a equine hormone injected cyclist, more chops than a footy club end of season barby and more moves than Gary Kasparov at a KGB chess tournament.
Personality leaps from the stage like a rampaging ferret on ecstasy when these guys get a full head of steam.
The 8 culprits involved in this musical assault consist of 2 gorgeous girl singers with voices of angels (Heaven’s not hells) a guitar player with faster fingers than a Wall Street futures trader, the Wonderbrass section including Double D, Big B and Little A Cup, an all dancing piano player and a drummer with a wicked sense of humor and unusual rhyming competence for a white man.
Now, if this was your standard corporate band we’d start going on about dynamic vocals, high energy, perfect for any corporate function with a range of songs from the 60s to the 90s blah blah blah blah.
