Pussyfoot! Your Mind is Diseased!

They said it couldn't be done. 'They' don't really exist of course and the things being done are all done in the dark with no-one watching. So scrap that. Let me start again...

No-one said things might or might not be done. AND guess what?! They have been.

So, who or what are Foilface? Well, have you ever drunk a tumbler of paed (the delightfully sub-human blend of Russia's finest ice-cold vodka and Britain's bollock-warm cream soda)? Have you ever danced with a bag of revels in the pale moonlight? Do you like bending, Focus's 'Hocus Pocus', McDonalds' Vanilla Milkshake enemas and whities? If the answer is 'yes', then there's a good chance you'll love Foilface even if you don't know who or what they are yet really (you will soon).

Focus - Hocus Pocus (Live '73) - Click here to watch flabbergastingly good Youtube clip

Imagine riding on the back of a huge wolf. You are a nomadic fighter but you have no idea what you are fighting or where you are heading. The desert you ride across is bare but for the random scatterings of angry cacti. Visions brew and vampires appear on the horizon of your memories, dribbling their sluicy madness across the dreams you scatter forth. Vague rumours of atrocities whisper across the sandy dunes, thoughts of love and betrayal sink into the dying sun and yet all you can do is laugh. You laugh until you pass out and then as you drift into dreams all you can hear is the sound of strange seaside organ, the cries of hungry gulls and the five words, "PUSSYFOOT - Your mind is diseased!" . The words echo beautifully like a perfectly blended mixture of fear and amusement. When you finally wake from your slumber, you are sat on a lazy-boy with a jotter pad in your hand and a peculiar sense of joy. The pad is almost entirely empty. Almost. All it says is, 'Foilface'.