I left the forces in disgust and assembled an elite fighting unit: On lead vocals and Fender Telecaster, Wing Commander Tommy Mack; on vocals and bass, Lance Bombardier Kat Stevens; and on vocals and drums, Grenadier Dan McKennan.
Their Mission: Clad in razor-sharp matching uniforms, to rendezvous at the barracks in London's fashionable East End and prime their primitive yet deadly weaponry for a sonic assault of my design. Jagged Beefheart/Buzzcocks bubblegum hooks, detonated with the breakneck speed and free-wheeling energy of the music the kids call 'hardcore' and the raw, raw guitars of that which they call ‘garage’, after the venue in which it is traditionally performed.
Look out for the regiment inciting riots, recruiting mercenaries and fouling the air with crude song across London and beyond. My incendiary devices will force the enemy into immediate and unconditional surrender.