After a promising golf career was tragically ended by a bizarre accident involving a golf ball cleaning machine and his boxer shorts Chutney turned to guitar and song by way of making sense of it all. Always one to turn bad into good Chutney now uses some of the consequences of his accident to lay down the high harmony lines that give Mockingjays their haunting sound. This turn around didn't happen all at once though. For many a year Chutney was tortured by dreams of what might have been, ultimately leading to years of catnip abuse and the sniffing of diesel vehicle exhausts. In fact Chutney's adictive need for diesel fumes led to his inventing the Landrover exhaust bassoon which has been used on many a recording and it is still in regular use to this day, be it only very occasionally, despite being in need of a new catalytic converter!
Cutting his teeth with experimental musical genres such as acid blue grass and dub folk Chutney has honed his skills and learned as many as 6 guitar chords now. With the clever use of a capo he can play in any key provided its G or C and contains no augmented 5ths to throw his aura out of sync.
Whilst illegally removing the exhaust system off of an old Jag XKR to make a new slide guitar Chutney had a chance meeting with Jo Larcombe. She was the one dialing the police to report his crime at the time. After begging, pleading, grovelling and the sharing of a catnip bong and a bottle of blue nun Jo relented, hung up the phone and hey presto, a new musical partnership was born.
Jo learned her trade whilst travelling the world in an old world war 2 diesel electric submarine that was left to her in her grandfather's will. He stole the submarine from a german submariner in 1944 by pointing behind him and saying "oh look, some sauer kraut" and had been on the run from the third Reich up until the end of hostilities. Jo used to sub the tour the carribean wearing only lederhosen and an innocent smile which was a huge hit with all who came to see her show. Unfortunately though in the 90's the exhaust system mysteriously disappeared from the sub, coincidentally off the Eastbourne coast whilst Jo partied at the Showbar on the pier where Chutney was residing at the time. Anyway this unfortunate event led in a way I cannot actually articulate with any conviction or genuine enthusiasm to the musical collaboration that we know today as Mockingjays.
All was not plain sailing still so to speak... With Jo's ability to actually hold a tune without a bucket the options for making a genuinely nice sound were almost too much for Chutney to take in so in response he invited his old golfing buddy, Flavio Baldo, to join the band and therefore even out the talent karma. This addition was a stroke of genius as Baldo's feel for the bass but total lack of higher brain function resulting from sharing too many evenings with the lesser daemon known only as Egbert the Unwashed has lead to a vaguely jazz feel to the songs and the overall lack of cohesion so apparent in these recent recordings. Baldo was once quoted as saying some words in the local newspaper but nobody actually cares so I won't waste your time repeating them again in this article. Suffice it to say that Flavio is a man of hidden shallows possessing all the insight of a myopic gastrapod wearing dark glasses in the middle of a field at midnight in a sandstorm.He is however reportedly extremely gifted in the ways of the gigolo and has broken more hearts than the average vegetarian has broken wind!
Mockingjays continue to make as much sense as this biography to this day so if you fancy dipping your toe into their less than hygenic waters by booking them to play, or heaven forbid actually buying an album please expect unexpected consequences and plan to react spontaneously to them without any preparations whatsoever!