Welcome to the Fapscast.

Have you ever heard of a wee little band from the westwards of Canada called The Faps? They have taken their stank and stuck their flabbergibitty in our direction, plopping their arses on a stage in our home, London.

They flipped, they flailed, and confounded the poor audience in their stream of sounds, making them question what a good night out really is. How they begged for answers; how they stampeded about trying to hold tight to the people they care about. It as a nightmare and a fantasy all at once.

Many calls home were made that night. All of the audience’s parents were distraught, and disapproving of their children’s life choices. Only time will tell if they ever get to see their families again.