The Band History

Trevor Hubbard - Lead Guitar
John Gavin - Guitar
Dave Pearce - Bass
Ant Francis - Vocals
Alex Girdwood - Drums

John Met Trev at primary school in 1989. They formed a band at secondary school, mainly playing covers until John met Dave Pearce whilst playing rugby. John found out in the pub that Dave played bass guitar and, unlike he's former bassist, wasn't a twat and was classically trained (sort of). And then there were three.

It was not long after this that John came upon Ant Francis. After he'd wiped it off, Ant agreed to be in the band. It was quite odd to think that this boy, who could only be seen peeking out from under his collection of hats, would end up being the singer. It is also odder that a year down the line Dave christened him Ant The Cunt. He liked the name so much that the wrong un has got it on a Tee shirt.

Trev and John both knew Alex Gerdwood or, to give him his full title, Alex-the- Fat Drummer and he was also in the year below Dave at school, but Dave, then known as Dave-the-Big-Fat-Miserable Bastard, couldn't be arsed to talk to him, so it was down to the guitarists. Alex lived on the same road as Trev, so Trev and John went about securing a drummer the only way they knew how: Stalking him, because your drummers that are both tight and oily are a rare bread and we needed the rhythm. They stalked him for a fair old while but eventually knocked on his door like two limp eyed little cub scouts on bob a job week, 'please sir will you be our drummer.' The drummer was confused and worried by this blatant daylight stalking, so agreed to be in the band not to agitate the loons. And thus the line up was complete.

The first practice was not long after Alex joining. It was in Trev's garage, it went quite well. However, due to a neighbour with a prehistoric attitude: 'Young people! Enjoying themselves! In public! It wouldn't have happened in my day'. They were denied another practice by filthy allegations: We were accused of drinking alcohol and doing drugs, which we would have been proud to admit but we weren't doing that shit during the practice, so now we have to piss through that guys letter box. Anyone who knows the band, knows they like to do their drug taking in a tee pee, not a garage. However Dave's Mum came to the rescue and having bribed Dave's Dad with extra food and possible future royalty payments, the Pearce dining room was quickly turned into a practice room. Fortunately Dave's neighbours don't mind a bit of Rock and they still practice there because it's free.

The bands first gig was at John's brother's wedding. Fine you might think but they died on their arse, but there were mitigating circumstances: Like when you've got twenty Irish grannies who've just drunk twenty seven half pints of Guinness they'd better like your music. They heckled because the band only new one Irish song and setting the army of relatives on them wasn't going to change that. Their parents liked it though, they refrained from knocking out anyone's Nan but they did molest some of the bridesmaids. They loved it.

A month later they went into a studio to record their first demo. Where the nonce of an engineer raped their drum sound beyond recognition. Enough said. They sent it off to venues anyway, but not record labels because they would have fucking laughed at them, and on the strength of the demos weakness they got a gig in the Woodman pub in Blacken supporting a band called Brassick which featured some peculiar sideways guitar playing but other than that they quite dull. Our boys were not that great either but they made up for it by bringing a mosh pit-loving posse and playing their ruff material very loud. They then had a solo gig, performing two sets at strange cowboy style bar/restaurant that had newly opened having been closed by the health, The Frontier Post. It blew.

They then had another two gigs in the Woodman; the two most contrasting gigs in the world: One with a Christian 'Tonight Matthew, We're gonna be muse' style band where they headlined and the other with coked up yank hating, amp breaking psychos the Gilsons. A person the band knows tried stealing some of their drum kit after the Gilsons trashed it. Low budget Fiasco do not condone the thieving of other bands equipment.

Not long after that a Dutch man called Ronald let them play at the Tigers Head. He stopped their bitches from moshing and said their drummer was too loud. So they resorted to slow motion moshing and playing songs about blowjobs. It turned out to be one of their best gigs to date due to the levels sounding like the engineer had ears for once. That was because we brought our own, long suffering friend of the drummer, Funky Dunk. They then made a return to the Woodman to play with Beatles tribute act The Four. They played quite well, had a good turn out and there was a fight after. ROCK.

Then the drummer fucked off to Ecuador for eight months where he spent most of the time eating hallucinogens and playing the didgeridoo. Takes all sorts. So while he was away the remaining members of the band wrote all new material, with Dave infecting the rest of society with his deviant opinions via the lyrics.In July of 2002 they were reunited on stage at The Town House in Bromley. They played alone and tried to get the crowd to help them decide on a new name, as they had all new material and it was much improved. Unfortunately the crowd, consisting of a lot of their friends, were not imaginative enough to do so. So to liven things up Dave announced that a bloke in the crowd called Tim was engaged to some other nonce, who once licked his arse.

This was a lie (the engagement not the licking) and just to underline that fact, the nonce in question married a pregnant Mormon.

The next gig at the Town House they supported a band called Hey weevil. Not a bad bunch of lads but their hygiene was questionable; they had to keep the pub doors open all night after they left.

A few months of writing, working and University followed for the fine young men of Low Budget Fiasco. They got their pennies together and prepared to do a recording, their first in three years. They borrowed three talented friends, the singer's house and another person's house (they weren't invited but they did it anyway). They had a lot of laughs doing it and they managed to pull off a reasonable demo although it was no-where near perfect. Suppose that happens with anything that is home made but it was better then the home made wank Handy Andy produces.

They then had their two most successful gigs at the LSE students union in Holborn and The Hoostock festival in Rochester. Where they rocked the socks of both audiences. However they made pretty much nil dollar from these gigs so they sent John and Ant out to sell their bodies. With the fifty pence John made he purchased a plectrum and they did a couple of acoustic gigs in their local Hogshead. They are now on a mission to secure more gigs and that elusive record deal and if you are thinking of getting them to do a gig remember their motto:

'If you book us, we will come…because we're very excitable'