Two great vocals that I have manipulated to fit and a wonderful hypnotic groove from an electrified insect

The sax is played by a man so unassuming that he prefers not to be mentioned by name.

The drums are played by a man that is so vain any type of recognition is bound to result in unbearable posturing.

The guitars are plucked by a wrinkled guitarist who once made Slowhand realise he could become something special.