The Lower Classes take you on an aural trip through electronica and spoken word...funny, twisted and seriously dark.
Probably best listened to on a shit bus journey...best to keep the freaks in your head I always find.
Happy daze, buckett and spaade....Lyme Regis. Shooting Gallery, Candiee Flooossss.....fiss and chipps oouuutt of neawss ppaaaapppeerrr.
And a nice sing-along. Cassetttee taped top 40. Buggles and Kat
The Lower Classes say sorry to our adoring public for the major interruption in sensational sounds. Unfortunately one of us became temporarily rich and lost his working class mojo. Anyway...deep weird
School days were hard. You had to make your own fun in them days. This one little Greek lad, Kostos I think his name was, well his dad had some electric fingernails he used to scrape down the blackboa
We used to think it was real going down to Chinny?s, to the dance. Getting black drainpipes on, and a long duffle coat, and you looked exactly like a bopper. We couldn?t bop, but we used to think it w
