I started writing this in 2014 with my wonderful friend Tracy.  I found the files with over 35K words of pure rock rivalry and tales from the recording studios.  It is now being resurrected like a leather-clad ageing rocker that still sleeps in his favourite Pantera t-shirt.

The 27 Club meets the riff that never ends.

Birmingham, 1993. Load Point and the Strato Zombies were never meant to share a spotlight. From the first pub gig to sold-out stadiums, their rivalry only got louder, dumber and more dangerous. Stolen songs, trashed dressing rooms, drug-fuelled fights, and the infamous gig where Load Point’s drummer hurled his prosthetic leg into the mosh pit like it was part of the setlist.

But nothing topped the night a fan was sacrificed – voluntarily, sort of – just to prove one band was more hardcore than the other. At that moment it got them banned from three countries and canonised in two fanzines. This is not a love story. This is not a redemption arc. This is what happens when two unstoppable egos meet a decade that glamorised self-destruction and the only rule is: louder.

Load Point is a blood-and-beer-soaked anthem to the bands that tore up the ’90s by the roots and still hear ringing when they close their eyes.

Somewhere between the lawsuits and the leather trousers, both bands forget where the music ends and the madness begins.

Based on real venues, half-true stories, and fully believable lies, Load Point is a brutal love letter to every band that nearly made it, completely lost it, or just flat-out refused to die quietly.