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We're hoping to use this wonderful anime style artwork by the mysterious Siobhan. We're really excited to have her on-board and she'll bring an imagery to our work that we couldn't even otherwise have dreamed of!

We have a new demo in the pipeline which we are using to promote the band. Recorded at the Porton Hotel Stables Bar we are proud that we used only our own equipment and expertise.

The legend of Tiny Dave.. There once was a long haired lout called Rob, that whilst enjoying recording with the long- term mighty instrumental electro-rock- orchestral experiment project know as Trebuchet Capt Beefheart appeared to him during a freakish dream and placed a trout mask on his face and demanded he sang blues in a blues band or be haunted by bulbous sea creatures in polythene. He, being of interest to various muso urchins of the rock persuasion due to his enormous collection of wax cylinders and vinyl addictions, turned in a fit of panic to the other half of Trebuchet; the ambigously named Rob who thought that despite the bizzare threat of the captain himself; this could be a fine way to get a group together to play live music for a change. Now it's often not so easy to find a good drummer, but as luck would have it one of these urchins was Dave (the larger) who is a great drummer and was without a band to play in at the time, said he'd be up for a Thursday practice every week. Also Mittens Molloy and later Tom too, who were playing in a crazy goth-glam band called apocalypstic thought a side project band would be good for improving our playing and decided to join. We didn't know what to call ourselves so we gradually became the loverocks and, after many dodgy initial practices got some good songs (dave turned out to be a fine lyricist and conceptuliser, possible due to his fine celtic genes, this was a big help to Rob getting the band going song-wise) together and competed in a battle of the bands where we won the first heat and came third overall. This was real encouragement for us and all was going well when Rob had to temporarily sack himself due to work commitments. During this time apocalypstic fell apart due to differences, but the punky singer - Mitten's Sister Lisa Landmine decided to take the helm singing and we continued to practice and write. During this time we decided that the loverocks was a rubbish name and not really glam enough for Lisa. And, after a eurovision style vote we decided to name the band after one of our songs and we became Faceless people. We began to write gothy, punky, metally folky, progy rock and, well, all sorts of tunes. Shortly after this Rob wanted to return and we, for a while had 6 members. On Robs return though, having been unable to lift the curse of Beefheart, hounded and mentally scarred by all manner of strange selophaned crustations for 6 months - we started back down the blues rock road and after a gig was arranged Lisa, and then Tom, quit due to musical differences and we had to cancel the gig, despite the fact that we had recorded our first demo CD. So the original four were back together again.

We got our original practice room refurbished for us and we then spent the next 6 months getting our new songs together and sprucing up the old ones. Soon, the new demo was ready and we did three pub gigs, a set at a benefit gig and headlined a mini festival on a bank holiday Sat night. I think this satisfied us that all this wasn't a waste of time after all. We'd played to a couple of hundred people and made a few hundred quid too. We just thought we were set to conquer the rock world when - shock of shocks - Dave (the larger) auditioned for semi- pro band JHB and got the gig - he would be unable to continue with us due to the other bands commitments. The three were knocked aback - We wouldn't be able to save Rob from the ghoulish bubble wrapped krackens that frayed the ends of his sanity now. How could we without a drummer - stomp box and harmonica!? To abait the wrath of Beefheart Rob conspired to confuse the curse by growing huge sideburns and dressing up as Courtney Pine. He bought an alto saxophone and honking on it uncontrollably in a blues scale, it seemed to work for just long enough! At this time we created an electro jazz fusion band called Underwater Buffet, for a giggle and to gel together a bit more in the wake of Dave's (hates Jazz especially the shiny brass variety) hiatus.

It just so happened that Mittens was working installing new computers at the local hospital. Whilst in the Pathology dept he spied a stethoscope on the table. He'd always fancied a go on these odd apparati. So he tried them on and heard his heart beating, but there was more than just du-dum du-dum - there was all manner of percussive noises going on - surely this couldn't be in his own chest. Anyway, using the stethoscope he noticed that a single petrie dish amoung the cervical smears and urine samples, was bubbling and jumping, very slightly on the lab desk. Realising in a moment of clarity that Rob P was a lab tech he made a grab for the unstable culture. Mittens took the dish to Rob P at a buffet rehearsal - concious as to not contaminate the bubbling goo. Rob, in turn at the top secret military research lab, where he works, placed the stuff under an electron microscope. To his amazement there, only made up of 5000 stemcells was a molecular-level-guy smashing electrons together. Rob then, at the next band practice, put a frayed left and right lead into the bands PA from the dish and wham it blew the headphones and smoldered all the insulation on the cables with a fizz, giving Rob a nasty ringing pair of ears. We then realised that we needed thicker cables and this little guy was going to need turning down a bit! He seemed to have managed to perfect the sound of the drums and cymbals (and gong, but we won't go into that) at a sub-atomic level. Over time Rob was able to introduce new chemicals that Dave would use to synthesise organs - both musical and physiological - a strange appendage that pops out of a private place enabling him to multitask like no other, larger drummer ever could. Guitars, pianos, flutes, after several months almost any instrument. He was getting a bit carried away by the jaws harp / tuba / ukelele banjo number so we stopped him from writing from then on. Rob worked day and night to create a life support unit that would keep tiny Dave alive, but at the same time stop him from growing out of control due to contamination. We still now fear that if he was left to grow to the size of an ant he might create a sonic boom loud enough to destroy the planet. Rob integrated the electronics required to capture the microcosmic barrage that he emits. Just check out the LED's on that! Anyway he's agreed to create drum noises for us so long as Rob brings him dirty bacteria, highly toxic chemicals and military grade stimulants every week. So we lost a big drummer Dave and found, by pure chance, a molecular level entity that we have named tiny Dave, who is only human in that his cells are from human extracts and communicates in english in a mnemonic binary code - which he has used to re- program the electronics of his box. After a year of practicing we think can hold his own against the best in the business.

We just hope he doesn't break- out from his box one day wired on PCP based supersolider battlefield drugs.... That brings us to the present. I feel slightly schizted being in the third person so I shall stop. Our tiny Dave is a back-box kind of guy so we decided that we were a phoenix from the ashes and it being the three of us (full scale men) we had become Trinity Phoenix. We have added some cracking new songs to our set and have Rob on Sax for a couple of tracks. Tiny Dave takes the keyboarding duties leaving Rob P to concentrate on his lead guitaring. We feel that we're now much more adaptable and practicing / recording is now a hell of a lot easier. So the new Trinity Phoenix Demo CD is in the pipeline. Then, finally, we'll be back on track with the band and get some gigsin the new year if not before.