Once upon a time the mighty KISS were flying in their personalised Apollo rocket across the wastelands of Europe, looking down from their ivory encrusted thrones, secure in the knowledge that they would never have to soil their feet on British land. Yes, as long as they paid fealty to their superhuman powers, and wore their paint of mystery, the world was theirs. They had no need for the peasants of Britain. Laughing, as only beings of infinite power can, they emptied their effluence upon the wastelands of Cheshire.
Thousands of miles below, four spotty local lads were picking their way through the rubbish tip, looking for scraps to take home for t’tea. Dave, Alistair, Trevor and Steve, they were called, and as they searched for brass in’t muck they found themselves showered in the shite of the mighty KISS.
They rose as one, raised their fists to the sky and proclaimed that from this day forth, they would be the SHIT KISS. And lo, the Macclesfield titans, SILVERWING were hatched.
Showing that you couldn’t pull the wool over their eyes, they launched themselves with the anthem “Rock And Roll Are Four Letter Words”, a claim that no-one, NO-ONE could deny.
For some strange reason, Deaf Barton over at Sounds / Kerrap! decided they were the future of rock and roll. This, of course, was rubbish, but had nothing to with the fact that he foisted some rubbish lyrics upon them and became co-writer of “Flashbomb Fever”. Despite his input it still only got to the B-side of “That’s Entertainment”.
Despite their lack of talent, the SHIT KISS were actually allowed to make a whole album, which no-one bought, not even the denizens of the Axe & Cleaver in Macclesfield, who were too busy picking fights with Scotch lads working on local building sites.
However, time is a great healer, so for your delectation, please enjoy SILVERWING!
Sorry, no refunds.
