Bookings:
Chris Ramsay (Booking Agent)
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Bio
In the years that have past we have had many changes but for now we are strong and tight with Doe Prijono who travelled wind blown oceans through torentual rains and humidity that you could cut a knife with.A man who battled against the greatest bass players that the old world had to offer to be victorious 2 years running. We search far and wide to find this great warrior and we will battle to keep him in our ranks. Us two that remain strong to the cause.Shane Smith the glorious drummer that continues to permiate the air with his melodic drum stylings, and me Chris Ramsay the original 'FEB'. For as has been read before, our story is not short for our history is long and our story joyous. For in the summer of 1997 two young hopefuls, Chris Ramsay and Simon Reed, ventured forth and started a band known as "Feb 5". The name was chosen because of the unusual coincidence of them both being born on the same day, in the same year in a hospital in Sydney, even though they both met in Brisbane.
They 'wowed' the crowds with the ruff and ready drums and rugged acoustic sound. After Simon left the band. Chris was left to search far and wide for a new drummer.
In the deep jungles of Macleay Island, Chris came across a likely lad, known none other than Ben Dobe. With his tribal cross jazzy beats Chris felt that Ben could fit the shoes of Simon. Alas with the band name now having little meaning they changed the name to "THE FEBS".
With the constant pressure from venues to become a band, they searched far and came across a bass player whose ability to play could not be matched by just any. Steven Barry, his hands like spiders legs, would move up and down the fret board with ease. They now had the strength to play as a band. They traveled north and south entertaining the drunkards where ever they were welcome. Soon after they started Recording the Album that would be known as "Get By". But alas Steve's heart belonged to the ocean. So he got in his ship and sailed out onto the deep blue sea. Lucky for "THE FEBS" Steve had a protégé. His name was Bill Zuber and he had been studying and mastering Steve's art. So he to joined "The Febs".
The drunkards rejoiced in the streets for Bill had saved "THE FEBS" and they could finally finish their first Album and sell it to the aforementioned, willing drunkards. But alas, as starry romances goes, Bill, a kind mannered man who never raised his voice, met a fair maiden who swept him off his feet.
For now "THE FEBS" turned to a strong man. A man that would not be taken by just one women and his name was Nathan Starh. Nathan was not just a brilliant bass player; he was also a funny bastard. Both Chris and Nathan would make the drunkards laugh, as well as dance; he was truly a breath of fresh air for the band and the drunkards The band was once again strong but along came Murphy's Law and poof; "THE FEBS" were to have more tragedy. For Ben was yearning for his Island home, and so, Ben left the band and paddled in his canoe into the setting sun, back to his homeland.
But on this day Chris heard the beats of another. A young man known as Shane Smith. His beats were strong and they were catchy… Chris felt that this could be the answer, and Chris was right! For now the band had the chance to be strong again, and as it happened, with Shane's amazing talent, the band became tight, tighter than ever before. He to, was a funny bastard, and the drunkards were happy. They traveled north, and still farther north to the towns near Bundaberg and the Island Great Keppel. Then west, west to the great mountains of Toowoomba. And also, very conveniently, to better venues in Brisbane.
The band was strong and funny but once again the band was to lose another. For Nathan had the strength to make shapes out of plastic (and also the strength to make shapes out of people's heads). So he to left to follow his dream. With Chris needing another, he traveled far and wide through vast hot deserts, through forest of rain, seas of water and searched through mountains, mountains of beer bottles, and there in the distance he heard an amazing native like, bass sound. Boom twang and there it was again. Boing, boom. It was none other than Mark Veneris. With Mark, the band reclaimed there strength and they decided to ventured further south. To the snow tipped mountains of Thredbo. They also flew on a bird made of steel to Amsterdam, Germany, Denmark, Sweden and Finland. For now "THE FEBS" were entertaining the drunkards on the other side of the world, and they also, were happy.