The Coming of The Black-Face Wonder Years

Here comes the event of the season. It's rolling along on a tight wheel of success and it promises to outshine the expectation thrown upon it by you. As it crawls from the horizon, it is plainly evident that it is more then half-way completed — in fact it seems to have a jolly seven already. One of them waves to me from the float. "I am afraid," it says. Another stands up beside it and says:
"But who knows? There must be so much going on here." The crowd beside me are amazed; so am I. Suddenly all seven jolly members rise to the front of the float.
"Prepare yourselves for the coming of The Black-Face Wonder Years," they chant. An eruption of enthusiasm rifles through the crowd and a good deal of women faint — for once not on my account. A music journalist in front of me rips out a sheet of foolscap paper and spills himself on it. After a few tender moments, an important looking man rides along in a bicycle and collects the paper with the intention of placing it firmly on page 23.

The event of the decade is almost upon us. A full shell of beauty and thought wrapped in a name and branded with a well-loved brand; that brand being, of course, Bucket Men: the pinnacle of personkind. And here they are again, ever-reliable. Is it any wonder that we love them so?

The Black-Face Wonder Years by Bucket Men is scheduled for release before the month is out and costs nothing (or a blank CD, depending on how much there is in stock).