Singing joyful songs about transvestitism, incest and murder and with delusions of arena rock grandeur in their heads, Class of 1984 were born when they opened for the irrepressible Robert Plant in the summer of 2006. That night, an unsuspecting crowd was witness to Class Of 1984's primo brand of skuzzy rock cutting through the haze of a smoke filled and sweaty arena.

After this first taste of rock stardom and near pathological abandon they set about opening their collective trench coat to the masses in both Ireland and the UK. They were voted best upcoming band from two national radio stations and listed in Chris Moyle's best top ten unsigned UK bands.

With a shared interest in George Orwell, cheap exploitation cinema and Southern Gothic literature, the three friends that make up Class of 1984 are currently holed up in a red brick bed sit in London. What will become of them? Mass adulation? Deportation? Watch this space...