There’s nothing funny about Lua. Nothing new. Nothing old. Nor nothing blue. We sing observational songs about everyday life; why do ‘Kraft’ cream cheese spell ‘Kraft’ with a ‘K’? Its just not right. Why does the white deodorant lines on my black dress always attract the wrong sort of men? If you often ask questions like these, then come watch us play. We’ll buy you a tin of malt for tasty milkshakes, or a beige turtle neck pant suit. It’s your call. You’ve got nothing to lose, except 300 bucks, your mobile phone and most of your self dignity. Mainly based in the hills of Madrid, Lua spend their waking hours making solar system sculptures with nothing but a hot glue gun and twine. We sometimes write songs, but their always so horrible that we sing them into a small glass jar and float them out to sea where only the fishies will be disturbed by the gut wrenchingly atrocious sound we make. But as Kurt Cobain once said, ‘fish feel no pain’, so better them than you, right? So why all this? Well our main goals as a band are clear and set out in front of us. We WILL see Posh Beckham with her kit off, braid the hair of an unknown layabout, make carbonara for a large gaggle of Australian figbirds and one day, maybe, just maybe, capture a repressed minority group, strip them of all their worldly possessions, have our way with the women, kill the men, and make the children make impossibly tiny furniture for the mansion we’re making for G.I Joe and Polly Pocket to live in. Look out. For all band inquires and gig bookings contact Lua at contact@luamusic.com Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.