"TURTLE SHED are 6 ordinary members of a law abiding public (except the guitar man who drove too fast recently), who by sheer quirkiness of fate were thrown together to copy other people's music in a way rarely seen (if you never get out).

Let me introduce these very special people to you:

 Mr. Tim, a man whose vocal talents would, if he had to sing for his supper make him a fat man indeed.  Dedicated to his craft with a crazy need to make others happy in their dancing, a man who is liable to jump from the stage at any given stage, a man with the wildest of wild screams (when the mic wire gets caught round his bits) and the mellowest of mellow voices who I'm afraid to say must leave the building after the gig. With his catch phrases 'for you cats out there', 'this one's by Abba', and 'has anyone seen my tonsils' you can ensure an evenings entertainment will be dished out by Tim.

 Mr. Nicholas  a jazz musician ('s son) who took to the drums at a mature age like a duck to water and who generally keeps the timing of the music to a danceable and generous pace.   He may get lost in a car with satellite navigation but when that boy has his sticks, we all get lost (in music....).  A purveyor of fine electrical equipment, ebay and car boot sales. This man keeps the beat (and can get you anything at a price).  An eye for for any bargain, his trained drum sticks have been known to slip from his very fingers spin on the floor and point toward the cheapest bus route home.

 Mr Tim  

 Mr. Christian ,  reincarnated from a piano man at the silent movies in Chicago in 1924 Christian's  keys add the drama to the set.  Chris also adds the essential TURTLE SHED funky rhythm guitar to some of the songs we stole and called ours.  He is a funk meister with all the panache of a sophisticated club where they look after your coat for free.  Christian is the appropriator for the band, a man who sees the value within an ebay transaction and provides the band with a new sound system to learn on a six monthly basis.  An original Turtle with a massively increasing shed!

 Ms Amy  

  Mr Neil , He spends lots of money on good guitars and can play the chord of C and  talk rubbish for the Southern Hemisphere after the ingestion of very few pints of 6X.  He is sad  and  disappointed that his stomach complications are brought on more from a gig at a conservative club than from extensive use of substance or audience although he lives a rock'n'roll existence in his very lunch time.  Neil is not renowned for a positive view on life, he tries his best to smile and manages it at times and with the help of St.John's Wort can produce a laugh it has been said .  Struggling against the loss of top hair and craving always for more rhythm he can be seen in the reflection of most windows he is stood in front of. This guitar man still can't quite quit his job down at the car wash or leave his mama a goodbye note but by sundown he'll leave Devizes with his guitar under his coat.

 Looking forward to bringing you the very latest on what's going on in the very special world of Turtle"

 Sam