It is widely held that on the seventh day, God rested. Quite what this rest entailed is open to speculation. Did He survey all that before him, taking in the glory of His own creation? Did he make some sort of pact with the Devil over the ownership of souls? Did He sit back with a fat cigar and a divine brandy, stroking His astral member, watching re-runs of Baywatch, before finally sprinkling the heavens with his celestial lovejuice? Interesting though it is to wonder quite what our Creator chose to do on that first Sabbath all alone in the sky, the truth is that on the seventh day God created Idle Vice Pirate, and he saw that it rocked like a motherfucker.

Hailing from south London, Idle Vice Pirate are the hard rocking heavy-drinking noise machine of love. The primal beats come courtesy of Mr Andy Cobb, a man who bangs his drums harder than Wayne Rooney (alledgedly) bangs grannies. Tim treats bass guitar Shazza like the dirty bitch she is, spanking out notes of pleasure from the filthy growler. Norf provides the guitar goodies, spurting out a wave of sonic mayhem from the shaft of his Gibson. Singer Candi completes the spectacular orgy of sound, conjuring forth notes that make the angels themselves weep. They come together to write infectiously catchy raw-edged songs with tunes you want to fuck to.

IVP are: Available for gigs at your venue NOW.

IVP are: Available exclusively though their management reachable on 07974 088 584 or manager@ivpirate.com