But who are they?
You may have heard some of their many number ones that have helped to make them one of the biggest bands in the world - until Charlie left and they found the Atkins which made them slightly smaller but still V.BIG, anyway I digress… (Long word from Davey boy!).
A quick discography for those of you unfamiliar with their special brand of 'poptastic' gobshite…
'Fried Chicken Wings'
'Daveyyy' (a tribute to moi - I used to work for them before Danny boy offered to pay me more *wink, wink, nudge, nudge*)
'My Bollocks'
'Swear it as much as possible'
'Unshittable'
'I Lay My Arse On You'
'Where are you going looking like that?'
'Queer Up My Arse'
'I Have a Wank/Seasons in Brighton'
'Hey McBovered'
'Oblivious'
So who are the four talented Irishmen who make women weak at the knees with their age-old Leprechaun charm and their unique ability to mime to songs that somebody else wrote?
Front man Bob 'Filan' The Builder (pictured below with his beautiful wife Wendy) mimes... sorry I meant sings lead on most tracks because his mammy says that he's the best… and yes that is the end of it. Head Choir Boy whether we like it or not.
Barney 'Feehily' Rubble should really be lead vocalist but then it isn't really about that is it. He's pictured below with his brother Fred, because he hasn't yet found himself a woman/man/horse/blow up doll...basically the jury's out...but Davey wouldn't mind a crack, and I'm sure Danny Boy wouldn't kick him out of bed either...
Ken 'Byrne' Plastic Doll is basically only in the band for his looks… he can't sing for toffee but as I've already mentioned that's not the most important thing is it. He's nice to look at, goes like a train and his stunning wife Barbie keeps the smile on his face morning, noon and night. And when she's not around he enjoys to 'chat footie' with Crystal - at least that's what he tells Barbie.
Jim 'Egan' Rag Doll is in a similar mould to Ken although much more miserable. He shares Dave's passionate hatred of fans, doesn't really like the music the band make and really should put himself out of his misery and take a long walk off the end of Brighton pier...But the delectable Rosie keeps him grounded.
So there you have it...the wonderful world of Westside!!! Got a lotta love for you homies!
