Rooftop Studio "A few loose Tiles"

<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #008000;"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><strong>NIGE and TREV</strong> </span></span><span style="font-size: xx-small;">are</span> </span>a ranting, grooving, shrieking, psychedelic, experi<em><span style="color: #ff00ff;">MENTAL</span></em>, soup hurling,pendulum obsessed jazz/rock/blues/classical/comedy/funk duo <br />who have a passionate devil-may- <br />care, 'no-holds-barred' approach to music resulting in a rapturous hotch potch of euphoric whistling funk-folk pandemonium peppered with fevered bursts of whammy bar werewolf gibberish reminiscent of <strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Captain Beefheart</span></strong> and the great <strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Lord Buckley</span></strong> with distant echoes of <strong>Frank Zappa</strong> and the <span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Mothers of Invention</strong>, <strong>Jimi Hendrix</strong></span> and <strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">Miles Davis</span></strong>. <span style="color: #ff0000;"><strong>Mick Clack's</strong> </span>battered Stratocasters wail and howl relentlessly at the three moons of <em>Planet Klennaar</em> carving out a ricketty balsa wood platform for <strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Frank Fish's</span></strong> reckless, unstoppable, scatterbrained Hammer-Horror love sermons. He talks in tongues, he yelps, he growls, he plays guitar upside down, he yodels, he bellows, he serenades, he lectures and occaisonally he even resorts to <strong><em>SINGING!<br /></em></strong>