Assembled from the scattered remnants of abandoned projects and half-finished symphonies, Strangers and Madmen are a band in-spite of themselves. A misanthropic collage of old friends and new
acquaintances, they regularly gather in a shed, open their noise-taps, fill a pot with hot sound-fluid and brew delicious mugs of sonic tea.
This quintet of Bournemouth-based multi-instrumentalists use an assortment of strings, skins, keys and sticks to hammer their apathy into a potent audio-paste. This paste can be applied
externally to soothe cynical ears, wary hearts and Monday mornings.
With a growing following of like-minded miscreants and partial observers they have become a staple of the local music scene over the past year, despite name changes, infrequent performances and
bunker-style recording tactics. After a four month hiatus they have stepped back into the spotlight with fresh recordings, shiny new songs and a slightly ambiguous look in their collective
eye.
They will play. They will be heard.
They are Strangers and Madmen.