The Heal

The story so far

Four men.

Four men crawl from the cesspit of Staines dragging their battle scars and instruments with them.

Four men gigging every dive that will give them the time of day living off the self made chaos that surrounds their music and the attitude of real men, looking for a real fight.

The fight to get away from the normality that consumes us all, tells us its all we’re good for, slaps us on the back and thanks us for working that extra Saturday to meet that all important deadline to an outcome we can never personally enjoy, fetching another cup of coffee for the boss that never cares and saying hello to colleagues that never acknowledge our existence. Then one day the same boss gives you the golden handshake of a pretty little clock and a sub standard pay-off in recognition of all of hard work and effort that you’ve given to a job that you’ve hated since you started it…

Then it hits you… Then you realise that you went to bed last night and woke up this morning meeting the same deadline on the same Saturday for the past fifty years and all those plans you had, everything you said you were gonna do and everything you said you would never become has happened…..

And there’s nothing you can do. Not for these four men. They take to the road and they set off to play every venue that wants them, and all the ones that don’t. They’ll play until they cant. Until their dreams come true. Until they are playing to the world and the world, in turn, gives back the energy that The Heal gives to it.