The Moderators

is the figurehead of the outfit. Would eat his dinner in front of an audience if they'd tell him he was great and that he looked like Ray Winstone. Jim lists his hobbies as following the mighty Liverpool FC, giving out iffy tips for the 3.50 at Fakenham and creating a shrine to all things mod in his games room. A front man to die for with an answer for everything and a voice of an angel. In a word. . ."It can't get beat. . .lump on".

Darren is the bands strong and silent type, who demands the crowds attention when he bends them guitar strings. Another avid Foxes fan, and keen golfer. Darren is the brains of the outfit and a major factor to the bands success, the musical director with a range of chops Dewhurst's can only dream about. In one word. . ."I think it's in A minor".

Kelv brings attention to detail to the party. Only sleeps for a few minutes a night, he emerges awake with brand new ideas for the band, and will enthral us all with his tales of 'off beat' and 'false endings'. Kelv is a devoted Leeds United fan, with a passion for all things ROOTS and has just finished his last session with Slapbassplayers Anonymous, having made a full recovery. Kelv is the powerhouse of the band, always putting down the fiercest of bass lines with consummate ease. In one word. . ."I'm stuck on the M1. . .I'll be there in an hour".

Nick is the bands Hammond wizard, a shining example of a man at one with his organ. A staple of the Leicester music scene, Nicks transfer to the Moderators FC involved a fat signing on fee and a clutch of Small Faces rarities. Another member of the mighty Foxes army, Nick has been known to entertain audiences worldwide with his freakbeat workouts and his tales of playing with all the great ska legends. In one word. . ."And how much will I get?"

Rich - Laura - Plum - Jon - The babies of the band who bring the oooomph to the party in a 4 piece brass stylee!

Trombonist supreme, with letters after his name, but were not allowed to tell you what those are. Came out in a rash when he heard 'Message to you Rudy' had been dropped from the set, but still loves us all the same. In one word. . ."Have you got Bluetooth switched on?"

The tenor saxophonist of the pack, with a penchant for small Italian cars and care for the elderly. When she blows the sax it's like Thommo from Madness has dropped by for a cup of tea. In one word. . ."Have you managed to get hold of Plum?"

The one and only female rugby playing football loving trumpeter, with a passion for ska that boarders on scary. Likely to beat anyone in the band in an arm wrestle, when Plum blows her horn, a world listens. In one word. . ."Mine's a pint".

The newest recruit to the Moderators bus, Jon brings forth his alto sax with style and swagger and a whole new world is created. Sickeningly fresh faced, Jon made his Moderators debut at short notice but slotted in like a rat up a drainpipe. In one word. . ."Do I have to sit in the back of the van again?"

The heartbeat of the band with more energy than a family size bottle of Lucozade. His hand speed would put a major shoplifter to shame! Always got a smile on his face and loved by millions, however, tends to sweat more than your average teddy bear, yunno, a bit like Michael Jackson does when he visits Mothercare! In a word......"Have I gotta pick Nick up again!"