Enough said of the present for I would fain remind thee of thy past... Not to bury or praise but to exhume and thenceforth parade it before thy very own ears... I beseech thee forgive the lapse into colloquial speech, however...

The newly formed band of Nick Magnus, John Shearer, Dik Cadbury, Pete Hicks and the two Hacketts was unleashed upon a delightfully enthusiastic public in the Year of Our Lord 1978 vindicating one’s decision to quit ‘Matron and her Charges’ in favour of a type of music that would pave the way for all those Post-Industrial, Guernsey Blues style acts... have I lost you? In other words this band was a one-off.

Yes, we had a lot of fun on the road and in the snowy Dutch ‘Spectral’ wastes not to mention the ‘Defectorial’ Wessex days where Chrissie Hynde beat me... oh the shame... at snooker! With hindsight two studio albums seems hardly enough to fully cover the mellifluous antics of the late 70’s dream team. That’s where this album comes in.

Make no mistake, I loved this band, the members of which were all part genius and part banana... Picture if you will those early days before one had renounced ‘Satan and all His Stomp Boxes’ and step once more into an era replete with ‘Elephantine’ drum solos, baffling time signatures and Teen Idol flute players.

From your nostalgic old Band UberMeister

Yours Sensationally

Stefanovitch Von Hackenschmidt

2001