4 gents from the deep south of Yorkshire decided one crumpled eve that post pub rock wasnt dead, it was just the smell of Jim Bowen's empty pork scratching packet wafting from the inner lining secret pocket of his beige leather bomber jacket. Rotherham based but not biased they set forth to wang their blend of twizzled lo fi punk rock and bitter sweet chiming melodies out of the late night local lock in and under the noses of the masses "It's nowt clever..It's post public house ragnarok and roll for the jilted generations..Best served with the cheapest pints,3 arrows round clock no maths, the dirtiest pork scratchings,damp bar stools and two's up on tabs..Finger sniffing good!..super." Jim Bowen. The Church of Bowen 2020.…4 gents from the deep south of Yorkshire decided one crumpled eve that post pub rock wasnt dead, it was just the smell of Jim Bowen's empty pork scratching packet wafting from the inner lining secret pocket of his beige leather bomber jacket. Rotherham based but not biased they set forth to wang their blend of twizzled lo fi punk rock and bitter sweet chiming melodies out of the late night local lock in and under the noses of the masses "It's nowt clever..It's post public house ragnarok and roll for the jilted generations..Best served with the cheapest pints,3 arrows round clock no maths, the dirtiest pork scratchings,damp bar stools and two's up on tabs..Finger sniffing good!..super." Jim Bowen. The Church of Bowen 2020.WWWW…