WHO ARE THEY?

Bertrand and Garcia, collectively known as The Rubbishmen, live in a wheelie bin in London’s Romilly Street, Soho. Self-proclaimed masters of the stage – and aficionados of bushy facial hair, walking sticks and tweed – The Rubbishmen have been playing their unique Victorian punk revivalist recitals since May 2006, and uploading eccentric podcasts (or Gramocasts, as they call them) and other digital detritus to their various webpages.

WHY SHOULD WE CARE?

Like members of the original Bonzo Dog Band who’ve just been woken from their cryogenic slumber – or Vivian Stanshall’s hideous love children – The Rubbishmen skate the perilous line between theatre and rock’n’roll, creating rambling, twisted tales of cider-drinking Red Indians and men with an irrational fear of beards; gloriously silly stories that couldn’t be written anywhere else except dear old Blighty. When Anthony Keidis of the Red Hot Chili Peppers saw The Rubbishmen strolling through Soho, he was heard to cry, “Hey, you guys are like the Duke of Westminster or something, man!”

WHERE ARE THEY NOW?

Working on a West End musical, launching a series of monthly webcasts and, using their concept of anti-performance, failing to turn up for gigs.

LISTEN!

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