“his guests, rock band Medusa, stopped at a field on the way, stole a goat and sneaked it into his dressing room where it ATE his clothes and POOED in his shoes” The Sun




You know that feeling when your aeroplane seat jolts beneath you, rattling the ice in your third beer and you notice the aircrew in collusion that something is very wrong.

Upon refocusing, you realise the letters in your alphabet soup spell out meet me in the restroom and you look up to be signalled a confident wink from the minxy air hostess who gave it to you...

A few moments later, as she slips through the door joining you inside the bathroom, she slowly and smoothly reaches down her chest withdrawing a hand grenade, then pulls out the pin with her teeth...


Now you're in a fix. Medusa won't lie to you.



If it's reassurance or validation you're after, you're in the wrong place. You're on yr own.

After recording the raucious, 80's inspired Self Titled debut album in late 2006, a matter of weeks after forming, singer/guitarist Ju