Some said they packed a punch as powerful as Mohammed Ali (1942 – 2016). Others ranked them as funny as Ronnie Corbett (1930 – 2016) or Victoria Wood (1953 – 2016). A few thought them magical, just like Paul Daniels (1938 – 2016). All who saw them said they bore more than a passing resemblance to David Gest (1953 – 2016) or Frank Kelly (1938 – 2016). And, one chirpy fellow wrote in crayon on the walls of his Broadmoor cell that just like Sir Terry Wogan (1938 – 2016) they had secured a special place in the hearts of the nation.
But, 2016 will see this supergroup listed alongside the likes of musical maestros including Prince, David Bowie and Leonard Cohen, musicians of momentous musical proportions who have joined that eternal rock festival in the sky. Ladies and gentlemen, it is with great sadness that I announce the passing of Plush. A passing that will posthumously be compared as painful as the passing of a gallstone from the bladder to one’s bile ducts.
In true rock ‘n’ roll style, the antics of Plush have been as offensive as they were daring. At one particularly loud wedding gig, young bridesmaids were seen running from the dance floor in tears with their hands clamped tightly over their delicate ears. In another, a blushing bride was bewildered when the band sabotaged the lighting rig for her first dance with her husband. They even once tried to start a pub brawl with drunken QPR thugs who were livid that the band was as inept as their football team. At one street fair Plush played on the back of a lorry as the front man sparked panic among parents by warning of gangs of paedophiles roaming the party prowling around their offspring. At another, this mischievous New Zealander offered to hurl condoms into the audience in the hope someone would get laid (it was certainly never going to be the band).
But for your friends and colleagues, Duncan Gardham and Justin Edgar, whose weddings the band brought to a calamitous climax, their demise cannot come soon enough. And so, to ensure the musical menace that is Plush really does never play again, please come to see them die once more on stage. The more the merrier, so please forward.
See them off at the Old Suffolk Punch, Fulham Palace Road, Hammersmith, W69PL on Saturday December 17 from 7.30pm.
PS. Plush is post in name only. The band is to continue with two new singers proving that mediocrity never really dies.
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