J. Iscariot

Recorded at Hit Single Studios, El Cajon, California.

Produced by Joey Harris
Engineered by Randy Fuelle

Well it's not really a band, but who's to say one day it might not be. No more the drunken drummer stuffing up the beginnings and endings of songs and sometimes just plain falling off the back of the stage. No more the deranged bass player, but who actually looks like the chief accountant from the record company. No more the leather clad guitar player who doesn't have any gear and whose trousers stand up by themselves. No more poneytailed roadies with their Eric Clapton/Moody Blues/ELO/U2 crew T shirts, babbling on about the Glastonbury main stage and the size of Leo Sayer's harmonica flight case.

I'm not from Port Moresby. Never been there but I've probably flown over it. Also I guess this music isn't very healing. If it is, neither traditional medicine or modern surgical techniques are likely to help you.

Remember - you fucked up, you trusted me.

I do it for the money, the women and ice cold beer.