Not much is known of the bands hard-man, on account of his unapproachably aggressive demeanour. A one-man monolith of muscle, he endures daily ten-mile runs that demonstrate his dedication to the discipline of strength and power. However, he has occasionally lost his composure and subsequently become prone to random acts of flower-picking and macrame.

Most likely to be heard saying:

.....'I was in a mess last night boys...' ....'That's not me, that's Port Talbot...'

.....'I can't practice cuz I've lost my car....' '...(insert any band) are SHIT...'

Computer-Matched Ideal Occupation: Chat-show host