Who?
Shame is Steen – vocals, Sean – lead guitar, Eddie – rhythm guitar, Josh – bass, Forbes – drums.
Where?
All members reside in areas across South London but the band formed in what used to be Brixton.
Why?
Influences range from Nick Cave to Nina Simone but among the main musical influences lie Eddy Current Suppression Ring, The Fall, Butthole Surfers, The Damned, Azur Plosko, The Smiths and, a band who redefined the word ‘talent’, Poison.
Past?
With the exception of Josh and Sean, we have all worked from young ages, with Forbes working at a pub sweeping the garden from the age of 12 and others cleaning cars to one day progress to the elite level of pouring pints and presenting overpriced coffee. Eddie achieved the best shame A-Level results whilst Steen went on to simply ‘pass’ his Camberwell Foundation in Fine Art.
Present?
Music for the weak.
Future?
The ambitions are endless, we will know we have achieved what we set out to accomplish only when Sam Allardyce starts a record label and gets caught breaking FA rules trying to sign us. That or officially having the chorus to Gold Hole sung whenever someone hits a 180 in the darts.
Did you know?
We took a particularly infectious case of scabies out on tour with us across several areas of England whilst playing some dates with the Fat Whites.
What’s next?
At the moment we are writing for the record and are hoping to release our next single in the coming months, with the album hopefully not too far behind. A UK tour and a summer of various festival dates also awaits. Praise Azur.
Live4ever:
“You got a gold hole, sugar/It makes me feel like I am rich/It make me feel like you’re my bitch,” sings Charlie Steen on ‘Gold Hole’, the latest tune from Brixton punk pushers, Shame. Make what you will of those words (you could say it’s refreshing to hear some naughty, biting lyrics for a change) if you can get past the smutty bassline and steely drumming. Though if you’d rather just take your top off, jump into the guy next to you and generally not give a rat’s hairy ass until every last dirty drop of aggression has drained out of the guitars and the growls have ceased, we wouldn’t blame you.
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