Brassed-up punk revolutionaries fighting the good fight against common sense, decency and po-faced miserablism. Six crusaders standing up for the right to drink too much, flail about to loud music and fall over. The nicest, politest children a parent could ever wish for, led astray by the siren-call of three chords and impractical haircuts. Not a ska band. We are all these things, and so much more. We are Stupid, Stupid, Stupid And Steve.