Look lads, a whole city of tiny people no more than 1" tall |
Madame Skalinski lurking in the shadows |
A drummer no less |
drummer being eclipsed by passing guitarist |
Eine trompetenist unt eine minibassesnpumpenburger |
Rolf: "can you see what it is yet?" |
"thats right kids, its the Skalinskis, just look at 'em skanking around there" |
"The carpet baggers were about to arrive, with their vocal group the Crypt Kicker Five" |
"Igor in chains backed by his baying hounds" (Bobby Borris Picket 1962) |
Skalinskis bask in the heat as a member of the audience catches fire |
Skalinski lady in bare feet scratching an ich with a short stick |
A whole drummer and a some old bits and pieces of guitar and bass players |
NEVER look straight into the eyes of a Skalinski....... |
The Fab Five all in one picture, cor! (nice maraca's) |
Skalinskis prepare to invade the audience |
Skalinski goes over the top... |
Skalinski cutting a rug Daddy 'O whilst blowing his own trumpet, crazy man, and those cats are really jumping (who writes this?) |
Madame Skalinski laying down some heavey tambourine |
Skalinskis manning the baracades after trumpeter is mobbed by rampaging audience whipped into a frenzy by the derranged beat music played before their very ears |
Skalinski fires a volly of Am-E Ska chords over their heads, backed by a covering salvo of heavey bass runs Skalinski Quo style |
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