After wondering the Derbyshire wilderness with only a guitar for company, Al found himself hitching a ride with a trucker who spoke only in song.
Growling melodies born of both pain and desire the pair quickly resolved that together Rock n roll was their future. They found an ageing bass player lost in a long forgotten depot of the Royal Mail. A stop at a pub on the A511 brought them to a Juke box, which, when loaded with a fifty pence piece grew tiny hands and played any song requested. Finally out of the darkness and not wavering from the full beam was a Spanish matador with drum sticks held aloft... And Thunderian Summer took it's form.