Is it a man? Is it a band? No, it’s Average Joe. The group that shoots from out of the loop. The rock and roll equivalent of an ox-sized Staffordshire bull, barging up boisterous against your box park. Our swagger scatters the hipsters, our lyrical pricks make pill heads panic. We’re just hanging around, a forever fly around your cookie cutter s**t. Quick, fetch the bloggers and call the papers, there’s a new old kid on the block and he’s looking dangerous. We’re a monster from the Midlands with one face and ten heads, veteran bones and gig scars. A band of not so merry men lead by a hometown rogue, a man of mystery with a rock star disease and a bleeding heart on his sleeve. He’s not your average guy that was just a lie, to disguise the madness in his eyes, he’s one step beyond and two in front of you.