Stazy - Vocals, Colmac - Drums, Nick - Guitar, O'Hara - Bass

The myth that is Frantic Chant has often provoked outrage, from the likes of Tiger Tim Stevens as well as Pope, but nigh is the time to set these preposterous claims to rest.

Born the bastard son of Country legend Cleetus Pickens and his P.A. Dean Friedman, Stazy packed his bag and thanked his lucky stars that he found an escape in the form of a Pygmy Dance troupe from Russia .   This led to international acclaim across Europe and France as the tallest dancing pygmy in Russian history.  After ten years of looking down he decided to try his luck in America so repacked his back and moved to Little France with dreams of a bigger France and the perfect band.

After a bizarre accident in the garden shed whilst retrieving a windcheater, Colmac broke his neck.  He took up the drums during his enforced recuperation period and has never looked back.  The most politically outspoken of the band, Col is behind a lot of Charities including the recent 'Lock Up Jim Kerr' campaign and is currently involved with the 'Bring Back Curtis Stigers' campaign which has so far has only seen the return of his sax.  In his spare time, Col likes to hook up with Billy Sloan to talk about Sting and that.  Cols' motto is 'Never shove yer granny when she's shaving'.

Born on the small Scottish island of Musselburgh , previously famous for being the only town Al Jolson stepped foot in during his '1935 potato famine awareness' tour.  O'Hara initially found employment as Mr. Han's right-hand handyman on the aforementioned Mr. Han's Han's Island .  After being handed his P45 by Mr. Lee and Mr. Braithwaite he retreated to Southern Italy where he began writing colouring-in books.   While relaxing in on his balcony, overlooking the Nile , he decided to try his hand at Bass playing.  Due to a lack of music shops in Italy, and the fact that Bass playing was frowned upon, he cashed in his royalties on his hit novel 'Tommy the Doms Wizard, deaf, dumb and daft boy, sure plays a mean double-six' for the first train-flight to Edinburgh.

Knock-kneed guitarist Nick Paul, born at an early age in a lonely cattle shed  in Memphis , was greeted on his arrival by the Three Wise Men of Chant who upon him bestowed gifts of Yardley Gold, Blue Stratos and my own personal favourite Hai Karate.  In his late tens, he decides to embark on a long, highly troubled journey down Leith Walk, dressed in his finest Top-Man white suit.  In this manner he proceeded up and down the long street singing a selection of David Essex hits.  It was during one of these he days he was struck by a bottle of White Lightning and when he awoke he held aloft in his hand a solid silver plectrum with the mysterious imprint D.E. embossed on the back.  Taking this as a sign he decided to start a band.  The rest is his story.

Was it fate, or was it meant to be but these four chancers had a dream to change the face of rock n' roll forever..... and ever!

3 February 2006