Sugar Foot Stomp

Lips	The Preacher Man
The Cheese	Ol' One Hand
The Flying Bassman	The Reed Splitter

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The Reed Splitter (Ned)

growling bent horns

Proud owner of a large pair of hounds-tooth trousers, the Reed Splitter is unusual in that he actually knows something about music. Having overdosed on ginger wine as a teenager, he is now fully rehabilitated with only a few lasting side effects. When taking a break from the day job building sound-proof rooms for new parents, he pulls the crowds with his knee-in-the-bell horn-honking routine and goes home early to dye his eyebrows.

Lips (Rob)

vocals, guitar, and three-fingered horn

After winning a lifetime's supply of pomade at a local church fete, The Lips was determined to develop a love of music and fashion which would support its liberal usage. Forever lost in a period fantasy, he strolls through life in a pair of white calfskin dancing shoes and hides his ruthlessness and determination behind a fake smile, a cheap suit, and one heavily practised guitar solo.

The Preacher Man (Paul)

shiny silver 'bone

Father to over a thousand children and a lifetime fugitive from the Belgian railways, The Preacher Man can often be found honking out a message of redemption through the medium of strange beards and an insulting sense of humour. Rather too fond of canapés and still smiling after passing his grade 1 ‘bone test, he is nonetheless a fully qualified master of self-deprecation.

The Flying Bassman (Dave)

dog-house bass

Born with an uncanny ability to leap from the highest stage, the Flying Bassman breeds double basses in the back of a white van and can often be shy about his talents when not taking his tool for a walk on the dance floor. Never happier than when he is slappin’ his way through a set, he has often been compared to some of the greats, but not very favourably.

The Cheese (George)

skins and lids

skins and lids

The Cheese took up foot-tapping as a hobby to settle his nerves after having rescued several small South American villages from moustachioed bandits and coming within a whisker of certain notoriety. Three time winner of the Nobel Prize for smart-arse snappy comebacks, he lives in a barn and spends his money on juicing up a small block V8 pickup with plenty of room in the back for his ego.

Ol’ One Hand (Barry)

joanna

A regrettable accident while setting bear traps in his kitchen resulted in a left hand good for nothing but backslapping, boxing, and hailing taxis. Undeterred, and with an almost supernatural sense of harmony, Ol’ One Hand decided to take up tickling ivories so that he could write songs to tell his tragic story to an adoring public and celebrate being able to cook his dinner in a bear-free environment.