Conrad Productions Clients - The Acrylic Tones

From the leafy suburbs of Newcastle-Upon-Tyne The Acrylic Tones spent their childhoods alone in bushes looking at the pictures in discarded Playboy magazines. Although they each thought they persued their career alone, it was in fact already written into the future that their paths would cross.

However it wasn't until their obsessive behaviour turned to smoking thrown away cigarette ends and masticating solidified chewing gum, peeled off the tarmac of suburban cul-de-sacs, that Newcastle's famous five (or four as it was in those days) stumbled across one another.

It all started with a fight over a 2 inch dumper, still smouldering on the pavement outside the local chippy. Four fat lips later THE ACRYLIC TONES was born. In a turbulent and often violent relationship, spanning many years, the fighting would be commonplace and has become ritualistic.

Where most bands would spend months rehearsing for important gigs, the Acrylic Tones spend months apart, shadow boxing in their bedrooms, storing up all their frustrations and hatred. They are kept apart on the way to gigs and usually get put together in the dressing room 10 minutes prior to the show. Their aggression towards one another slowly begins to surface as they square up and stare each other out, saving the real stuff for in the ring.


	Blow by blow descriptions of an Acrylic Tones performance are impossible since they all occur in a cloud of smoke. Nevertheless, enjoyment is had all round and the band travel home together wiping their blood on each others clothes.


Needless to say that the numerous broken noses and black eyes make them one of the uglier boy bands, which top record company bosses have been quoted as saying, is the only reason they are not one of the biggest bands in the world.

The debate continues. Is the blood real?
Do they wear masks to make themselves look so hideous? The truth is nobody really knows - because no one can get close enough to the boys (a tight-knit unit held together by the mutual desire to smash each others faces in) to find out.

Come to the show, bring a gum shield, don't wear white and for God's sake leave the missus at home.

Click below to hear a selection of tracks.