The story of Bookstore (as with all good novels expected to be found there in) is riddled in mystery and shrowded with shadowy intricacies.  Founded by a grufty bolton pair, one who was adopted by the smokey town at an early age and soon took it too his heart (the smoke, not the town).  Finally tory-boy-chorley resident came out from the sticks.

The bands roots lie in the friendship formed by Cris and Sam as they were both pulled out of school aged 12 and forced to work as grout mixers by Cris' tyrant father.  The ravages of puberty turned out two, rude as fuck chufters, now cool enough to attract the friendship of  Das Liz.

In the years that followed aided by drink, drugs and smoke they descended to the poor taste hooligans you now know and love.  Music appeared with Cris and Sam being the influences and Liz sat in quiet awe, dribbling.

Giggin started summer 2005, we were shite. The rest of the summer was spent becoming ever-so slightly less shite and autumn saw the beggining of us gigging our little bottoms off.  Now having played more than 60 gigs all over the northwest, the highlight of which landing a slot at the final ever Wasted festival this summer in Blackpool.  Also have had an online single release via our good friends at Valentine Records and featured on the Blackpool Bounce charity CD compling a selection of the bands appearing at wasted, including the legendary GBH.

We have new tunes out which you can check out on our myspace and download for free.  We also hope to start giging further a field so please get in touch.

We're too apathetic to be a punk band but we kinda sound of like one... a bit, though we'll never admit it.  We just play loud and fast and shout and drink and are just fucking RUDE.