Pop 'n' Rock Stew Feb - Oct '04

Thirty year old Grant Sand,
And Lee, his younger brother,
Formed an Orbital tribute band,
A band unlike any other.
 
They shaved their balding heads,
And buffed them till they shone.
'Oh, here comes Right Said Fred,'
Said their cousin, John.
 
The brothers ignored the bait,
They listened from midnight till noon,
Writing down the rate
Of beats per minute per tune.
 
They would only leave their room
To eat, drink, or ablute.
Like two young owls cocooned,
They couldn't give a hoot..
 
About the outside world,
Michael Moore's new doc,
Which hostages are held,
Or Samantha Mumba's frock.
 
Like a warp in time
To 1989,
When Orbital's song 'Chime',
Like a vintage wine,
 
Was bottled for the kids,
For fifteen years to come.
And drunk at countless gigs
Like sailors pissed on rum.
 
Now brothers Grant and Lee
Are ready to play live.
The first gig will be free
At a shitty local dive.
 
So welcome, if you will,
On stage 'The Second Kin'.
Grant on glockenspiel,
Lee playing biscuit tin.