BAND BIOG: THE TOWERS OF LONDON

Mixing the cock-rock stadium swagger of Motley CrÜe with the raw punk power of the Sex Pistols, this troupe of Uxbridge upstarts provide the perfect antidote to the never-ending glut of plastic pop dross that threatens to permanently sterilise the anarchic spirit of today's youth. Firmly sticking up a blood-stained middle figure to the pretensions of an ever-snobby music scene, the Towers of London (Donny Tourette, Dirk Tourette, The Rev, Tommy Brunette and Snell) are a snarling, spitting, spewing, swaggering mess of a band. Every girl wants to shag them. Every bloke wants to beat them up. Some people even want to listen to their music.

Formed in the suitably excessive and ego-driven heyday of fellow fraternal duo Oasis after Donny overheard Dirk strumming some chords in his bedroom, the Towers have always known where their ambitions lay. Fuelled by their shared passion for Never Mind The Bollocks and Appetite For Destruction, the brothers recruited the remaining band vacancies from potential candidates picked out of school assembly. (How one school could give birth to five such monsters of rock is anyone's guess.) After years of wandering through the musical wilderness in various incarnations, they emerged in 2004 a sticky mass of hair, leather and vomit - Towers of London. Since then, with their debut album Blood Sweat And Towers and the accompanying singles including F**k It Up, On A Noose and I'm A Rat, these pugnacious punks have given the UK music scene a much-needed punch to the head.

A band so lairy that they even managed to start a fight in an empty venue after closing time, Towers of London embody everything that's bad about rock'n'roll in the best way possible. They even have a fan in the Sex Pistols' Steve Jones. "He called us a bunch of little c*nts," beams guitarist Dirk Tourette. "I think he likes us because we get up the noses of the trendies." Right up those noses - what the indignant elite have failed to grasp is that the Towers are bucking the system that thinks it itself is bucking the system by unashamedly bucking the very same system that once actually did in fact buck the system. See? Put simply: they rock. Or, as Donny so eloquently phrases it in one episode of The Towers Of London: "I'm sure everybody who's in a proper band is really annoyed right now."

An anarchic roadshow of arrests, infighting and wailing riffs, join Bravo as we follow the boys across the country in The Towers Of London - injuring fans, getting kicked out of their own shows and being banned from festivals. Now that's rock'n'roll.