With the tub thumping, and generally percussive bits, we have the illustrious, and industrious Ian “Bones” Ironside. A veteran of more line-ups than you can shake a drumstick at, and infamous for his enviable capacity for Cadbury’s chocolate, Bones’ career began before the invention of rhythm, when R ‘n B was just ‘n Blues. Of course since then, technology has tried to emulate what Bones has given the human race, but with arguably only limited success.
In charge of all things deep, and occasionally meaningful, is the magnificently talented Greg Thompson. Imported from the land of the long white cloud, and eagerly claimed by Australia (as with all Kiwis of immense talent), Greg possesses not only supernatural abilities as a bass player, but a vocal talent that is certainly the envy of the other members of the band. Furthermore, he brings the average age of the band to below the required years to claim the aged pension.
Moving on from the sublime to the ridiculous, at the blunt end of this triangle, and in defiance of medical science, we have the artist formerly known as whatsisname, Tony Shergold, a songwriter, guitarist, and what certain cultures might describe as a vocalist, has played and recorded with a wealth of musicians around the globe. He has also annoyed many of them, with his boundless and pointless trivia, dreadful jokes, and his insistence upon correcting poor grammar.
Yet, despite their individual peculiarities, OFFGRID combine to produce a sound that says more about their passion for blues based rock ‘n roll, than any made up bio ever could. They perform material from yesteryear, todayear, and even tomorrowyear. And all with at least one foot in the Blues, and some with several yards in it.
“Definitely not the average white band… Rolling Stone”. “Get out and see them while they’re still alive…NME”. “Don’t leave your valuables in your car… RAC”.