Bio

Ladies and the utmost gentlest of men, Presenting for your delectation three young tiddly-winkers from London town going by the name of DEAD MONROE! Guaranteed to send an electric shock through your ten-speed gears and a rattle through your Tom Jones. Dead Monroe serve up a scrump-diddly-umptious feast of sound – extracting the essence of rock'n'roll, blues and glam, with a punk edge that'll tickle the buds of your tasties, if I may rightly put it so. These feather cut dandies are to be seen sporting an array of the fineliest garments and accoutrements – winkle picker ones & twos, skinny harpers & queens and pin-stripe whistles & flutes. Fronting the trio on lungs and bass, with the goldest of barnet-fair, is Justin. Standing tall along sidey-widey is the blue-eyed boy on the six string oft addressed as Alex. And completing this gallery of rogues, on sticks and taps I give you drummer-boy Ben. This quarter-of-a-dozen write, play and produce infectious grooves that are guaranteed to slap smiles on airs and graces and get those bottie-wotties shaking. You can catch these boys jiving across London town, rumbling their riffs so loud it'll be enough to send you Mutt'n'Jeff! Tally ho!