Bio

Ground Zero for the City of Newcastle's music scene was to be the quayside's Cooperage pub, in whose dusty and crumbling confines the Rigg were unleashed upon an unsuspecting audience on the evening of 11th of November 2004. From that point onwards, the band were never to look back. Those fortunate enough to witness this event, and all those who were to experience subsequent performances, were destined immediately to become nothing less than enraptured into the Rigg's loving (and slightly sweaty) embrace. As the poet Laureate Yazz once famously wrote, the only way was up, as the dedication between band and followers grew exponentially, with new fans adhering like splattered flies to the Rigg collective's unstoppable bonnet. Moving from venue to venue like a marauding plague of highly motivated musical locusts, the Rigg family's rock'n'roll trail can easily be discerned in the devastation and utter ruination (well, slightly soiled tables usually) unleashed upon the unfortunate establishments. In fact, such is the impact of the band's entourage, that it's been said by none other than Professor Stephen Hawking himself that reading the Rigg's gigg history page on the internet reminds him quite a lot of the vast echoes of the birth of the Universe itself. Except on a much, much, smaller scale. So, attend a performance by the band if you will. But, upon leaving the venue afterwards with your head awash with new musical possibilities and your shirt stained with the kind of sweat only produced during those rare moments in life when the mind has been genuinely boggled, the band or any member of their following will remind you of these wise words, uttered in warning to all those who are unprepared for the enormity of what they are about to witness: "They're canny good, like". Kevin Rutherford(2006)