EL STITCHMUNGO   A man whose life revolves around the joy of being an extreme backyard wrestler and the sorrow of having pretty much everyone he's ever known die on him. "El" or "L" to his friends his youth is as enigmatic as he is but his reputation speaks volumes. Starting the WWWW (Wreally Wreally Wrong Wrestling) in 2001 he promoted cards and wrestlers all over New Golgotha mainly through word of mouth, chinese whispers and a huge leaflet campaign. Being chief booker he also held the WWWW world title more than once though to give the belt it's proper name it's known as "The Outside A Kebab Shop At 2am Title". His most famous victory came when he defeated the slobbering oaf known as Robochav in the piss puddles of a bus station but was also involved in gripping feuds with Rusty Bones, The Barcode Kid, The Feminator, Emperor Genghis Kalashnikov, The Mong and of course Gyppo The Clown. But all was not well behind the scenes, with his family dropping like flies he spent more and more time away from the ring trying to scrape together a living, because, despite the titles and accolades he sucked as a grappler and with no money coming into his rapidly dwindling family he had to work hard as a shoemonger. But 'twas to no avail, when the last of his kin finally snuffed the bucket he left the region and went wandering througout the US. Rampant Jake, being a big wrestling fan stumbled upon him at a low key gig at the Disco Hitler club and begged him to be part of Buckweet. El Stitchmungo accepted and the rest as they say is history. Now morbidly scarred and caustically talented his cazoo playing can bring the toughest biker to tears or drive the softest harlot to a tequila fuelled kinife rampage. One man, one mask, one shoe, no kidneys.

DJ PAEDOSLAYER  The infamous DJ Paedoslayer. He is the lead rapper and musician in hip-hop wrongunry act vile-8 alongside D-Fekt, D-4m'd, L-Bo, tdm and down-E, but they have been so lame at doing anything DJ Paedoslayer had to find something else to occupy his time. Deleting their back catalogue of one song they are to start afresh after DJ-P proved himself a sampley and remixy type guy on Rampant Jake's new record. During a particularly bored sabbath DJ-P remixed and re-recorded a heavy version of Buckweet's old classic "Grandma On The Menu" which can be heard here; and after that a collaboration between the vile-8 mainman and Rampant Jake had to be done really. A heavy influence on the sound and available for random sounds they have found a common point between bluegrass, country, hardcore and ambient tuneage that both parties can be equally proud of.

DANCES WITH BADGERS   After growing up in his family's casino on their reservation surrounded by wealth, drugs and the occasional suicide of unlucky punters Dances With Badgers thought he had it all. Until, during a lengthy rehab stint he was polluted by bearded lefties and he soon shunned the traditional gambling trait of his clan and started to preach the power of Communism. Being one of the few true 'red indians' he turned his back on his father's den of iniquity and headed out into the world with nothing more than a manifesto, a belief and a few credit cards. After heckling Buckweet during an impromptu gig in a car park he was approached by the band to be it's political spokesperson, well thats what they told him anyway. He was stolen by the Moonshine Jug Band minutes later.He's more of a random fellow of great amusement willing to put aside his ideals for the sake of making music that the world didn't know it needed to hear. Heroes for him range from Che Guevara to Bob Dylan to the bassist in the White Stripes, so with his angry influence the final sound of the RJBMJB can only be made more a personal experience. He has taken the precaution of not signing any recording contract, he has this paranoia about signing treaties.

CLETUS MUDSPUCKER III   The man Cletus made his fortune long before he joined the RJBMJB when he and his brother patented the now household name of Donkey Batter. Aimed at trailer trash barbeques, Spanish hotel owners, glue factory xmas bonuses and Tony from Bullseye they have made a mint with their appetising sauce. But now Cleveland has blown most of his money hunting down the tomb of the great pharoah Emphos-Ik-qho who fell in the great battle of Mijit-Sk'at. After years trawling through buckets of sand, rock and telephone cables and the missing half of the Rosetta Stone (which could translate the subhuman warblings of the common Chav,and encode html) he has nothing to show for it. Except for a string of lawsuits about the "accidental" deaths of workers, business partners and telephone cable repairmen. Using RJBMJB as an escape from the stresses of archaeology (also as part of his community service sentence) he has impressed many with his impoverished use of random instruments but it is on the multi stringed twangalicious stick that he has found his niche. A four eyed god in the eyes of many, quite who these "many" are is anyone's guess.

REVEREND ZEUS FABER   In The Beginning There Was The Word, He Only Added The Music. Not everyone's first choice for addition to RJBMJB but we love the guy. A true rock 'n' roll preacher man with a tale or two about past excesses that we can all relate to but now he's a man of the cloth he uses these ill advised parables to educate others into not wasting their lives as he has done. Upon finding the Lord he has sought to find a way to give his own special recipe of praise and now he has.Using funky hip hop beats provided by Hot Frank Babble of Herman's Ugly Wife he re-arranges traditional hymns to give prayer an avant garde approach in this new millenium. Something the traditionalists in his flock cannot abide, but with a constantly changing crowd to preach to whilst playing with the RJBMJB he maybe can find his purpose in this world. Finding either disdain from purists or mockery from those in the musical scene he feels no guilt nor shame about his way of musical prayer as he has all the love he needs from God. Tunes that we were brought up singing at school are forever ingrained in our throats and minds so when hearing the new funky manner brought by the Reverend we are not catapulted into a cowering frame, as that is not his intention, but sing along as we already know the song. The sentiment may be disagreeable to some but he does not force his beliefs upon anyone. Take it or leave it. That is his thang. Plus, being blind we're not sure if he knows he's a reverend or not. Classic.

DOCTOR BOOM PAPADIOFF    Struck off every medical, dental and electoral register due to unacceptable and unsanitary practices (also he created the catholic church endorsed TV advert that advised women with unwated pregnancies to drink bleach) he has recently been experimenting with creating a cure for the common cold. After consulting the ultra paranoid looncake Big Chief Hooting Bird he realised that if he found a cure the government's pharmaceutical department would chase him on to a subway and shoot him in the head five times. So now he has been endeavouring to find a cure for the last plague known to humanity, being ginger. With a phd in something or other he has ensured that RJBMJB have constant access to his cheap mind altering substances and chemicals, most of which end up in their homebrew known as Doomshine.