There we came and lived for eight months. The holy town of Kettering, Northamptonshire, United Kingdom of Great-Britain and Northern Ireland. The singing paradise of white trash and decadence, the perfect place for the death of the mind and the burial of the soul.
Pierre Alexander, that's I, and Sebastian Stelzer, that's him, explored each pub and shop of the spot, mingled a bit with the locals, met a few nice ones and too many bad ones. But life is about mixing the good and the bad and make the all cocktail a drinkable one. I hope you'll enjoy the one we prepared for you. 13 songs we wrote during our spare time and recorded within a month. We'll call this period of our lives: winter 2008.
We were the Bank, a rock band. Hanging around in the streets and sharing thoughts in the pub. I wish I hadn't met him and he wishes he hadn't met me, because that would mean we'd never come there. But we did come there and so we met. We didn't have sex together because we both prefer girls. So we just played music and that was kind of fun.

Pierre Alexander