'Inter MeNan'.....
My younger brother's band circa 1992.

'Inter MeNan' were the Punk/Metal band equivalent of one of those deluded, mentally unstable and ultimately talentless fat Northern kids you get turning up in the audition stages of the X-Factor.
They saw themselves as spiritual peers of Nirvana, Guns & Roses, Metallica etc but were in reality a bunch of scruffy estate kids with Argos instruments, an attitude problem the size of a small industrialised country -and an overblown ego to match.
Somehow they managed to convince our school to let them play a series of concerts during lunch breaks-ostensibly to raise money for charity (they had the nerve to charge 20p entrance)and, due to that sort of thing never having happened before at school, there was quite a buzz about the big 'event'.
However the big event turned into a predictable farce when on striding confidently onstage and attempting to recreate Metallica's masterpiece 'Enter Sandman' their assembled fellow students discovered that InterMeNan weren't the 'new Ayatollahs of Rock n Rolla'-as their childishly written posters proclaimed and in fact couldn't keep time.... or really play any chords......or sing.
Much cat calling and piss taking ensued resulting in a sizeable scuffle and my brother head butting someone & breaking their nose....
However-not to be put off by the ridicule and a couple of lengthy suspensions from school, the band decided to re-group and perform a 'comeback' at our local youth club..a bad enough idea on its own but by this time the band had discovered the work of the Macc Lads and were intent on emulating their newly found idols musical 'direction'. On the day of the comeback the band got as far as announcing 'this is a new song you poofs..its called Coons go to Wog Town' before the PA was switched off, chairs were thrown, windows broken and the police were called. And that was that for Inter MeNan

If they'd been deluded enough to actually record something it'd probably be on sale in twats shops like Urban Outfitters, where smirking posho hipsters could ironically buy their CDs and then (hopefully) never play them.
( bigmeuprudeboy is using powerpoint or paint...have MERCY, Wed 5 Jan 2011, 14:18, Reply)