WHO ARE BUSTT?

Bustt arose, in precisely the way a phoenix doesn’t, from the remains of Fridge Freezers, whose stage shows became part of folklore - on dark evenings parents still gather their children around the fire and tell them of the night they witnessed the Susan, in fishnet tights and a basque, sculpting with bread and strawberry sauce. I first discovered Bustt in the mid 1990s when I managed to get into one of their all-nighters. I can tell you that the stories about those events are only slightly exaggerated - no animals were ever harmed, although a long eared owl was startled.

YEAH, BUT WHO ARE BUSTT?

EZRA: At My Grandad’s funeral we all chose a random letter and had a wreath made in that shape. Then at the crematorium we took turns arranging them to see what we could spell. I made “ F MINGE PELT”

SAD BOB: Spent a day hitchhiking up and down the A40 spattered with blood. “It’s surprising how many people will pick you up, and how few mention the blood. One sweet old woman asked if she could take me to a hospital. I told her it wasn’t my blood, and we spent the rest of the journey having a really great conversation about whether Florence Nightingale was a lesbian.”

RAT-LIKE BOY: I am the coolest person you’ll ever meet.

KANE: Me mam can get 15 clothes pegs in her mouth at once. She’s not a proud woman, but she always hangs out the underwear inside out so the neighbours can see the gussets are unstained.