Rythm Guitar

Filth

Drums

The Oddity

Vocals

GhostfaceBreakyalegsDogkiller

Lead Guitar

Moe Lestor

Producer/Sound/Bass

Derek

Roadie/Subsitute Drums

Pob Jnr

Founder / Drums

Arghhhh

Nobody really knows where Arghhhh originated from. Sordid stories and rumours swirled around for many years including one in which he was the result of drunken sexual fumble between David Hasselhoff and a Bratwurst whilst David was on a tour of Germany. David has rigorously denied these filthy rumours, the Bratwurst in question is yet to comment. Arghhhh didn’t begin by playing the drums, he first started playing his own testicles, sort of like a crinkly set of bongos. It was only after several court appearances for lewd behaviour that he thought it best to switch to the drums. He met with Ghostface at a correctional facility for those addicted to watching Dolly Parton movies and Yecrap was born. Arghhhh was a power house on the drums, regularly feeding his kick drum orange peel. He currently resides in Dildo, Canada where he opens local supermarkets and plays bongos at weddings, christenings and bar mitzvahs.

Founder / Lead Vocals

Ghostface Breakyalegs Dog Killer

Ghostface Breakyalegs Dog Killer brought to Yecrap the kind of energy normally reserved for villains, unpaid parking attendants, and people who own too many cymbals. His name alone was enough to make promoters pause, but his playing confirmed their concerns. He approached rhythm as a hostile negotiation, rarely agreeing with the tempo and never apologising for it. In the early Crap Rock years, Ghostface became famous for filling every available space with unnecessary force, turning simple songs into endurance tests for both audience and equipment. Yet beneath the chaos was a strange discipline: he always arrived knowing exactly where the song should collapse. He had a gift for making bad ideas sound intentional and intentional ideas sound like police evidence. Bandmates described him as reliable in the sense that storms are reliable; you knew something was coming, you simply hoped the roof would hold. His legacy within Yecrap is huge, frightening, and mostly dented. Without him, the band may have been merely poor. With him, they became hazardous.

Founder / Guitar

Filth

Filth was the thick, sticky layer at the bottom of Yecrap’s sound. As a founder member, he understood that bass was not simply an instrument but a geological event. His playing seemed to arrive from beneath the floorboards, bringing with it the smell of old carpet, warm lager, and long-term structural damage. Filth rarely chased attention, mostly because attention was already trying to avoid him. Instead, he stood in the corner, locked into something resembling a groove, and quietly dragged every song into a swamp. Other bands had basslines; Yecrap had suspicious vibrations. Filth’s genius was in making the entire operation feel heavier, dirtier, and less legally defensible. He claimed to be influenced by classic rock, punk, and a tumble dryer full of bricks, though nobody ever established in what order. During gigs, his expression rarely changed, which gave him an unsettling authority over the nonsense happening around him. If Arghhhh was the alarm and Ghostface was the impact, Filth was the stain left afterwards.

Founder / Keys

Slug Boy

Slug Boy was Yecrap’s sonic wizard. He was discovered pupating in a corner of Magic Alex’s sonic studio. Legend has it that Ringo Starr found him covered in primeval sludge whilst mopping up after a hard session with George Harrison. The two bowl haired scousers had no clue what to do with the young Slug Boy so they mounted him on a keyboard where soon a cacophony of sound emanated. Slug Boy then knew his purpose. He played keys for Yes briefly before a short stint in Bronski Beat. It was after a Top of the Pops performance that he met Arghhhh who had been eating peaches whilst watching Craig David. The two instantly got on and Slug Boy was invited to join Yecrap. Bronski Beat were well pissed off but shit happens. Slug Boy fitted in well with the rest of Yecrap and added a sonic layer that made Rick Wakeman suffer severe bouts of jealousy induced dysentery.

Slug Boy was a central part of the line up but was taken from the Yecrap family far too early, passing in 2024. RIP Slug Boy….see you on the other side brother 🧡🧡🧡🧡

Founder / Manager - Triangle - Rainstick

Derek

Derek was the member who made people briefly wonder whether Yecrap might actually know what they were doing. This illusion never lasted long, but it was important while it held. As a founder, Derek brought a rare and troubling hint of competence to the room. He could tune, count in, remember arrangements, and identify which cable was making the noise, all abilities that made him both useful and deeply suspicious to the others. Derek’s presence gave the band structure, though he often looked like a man regretting the structure he had provided. In rehearsals, he acted as translator between chaos and song, patiently explaining that bridges, endings, and volume controls were not bourgeois myths. On stage, Derek supplied the stabilising force that allowed Yecrap to sound almost deliberate for several seconds at a time. His tragedy was that he understood enough music to know exactly how bad things were, yet stayed anyway. For that alone, his place in the CrapRock Hall of Fame is secure.

Founder / Backing Vocals

Diamond CyberWhore

Diamond CyberWhore arrived in Yecrap like someone had fired a glitter cannon into a skip. Equal parts spectacle, sabotage, and questionable branding decision, Diamond brought visual danger to a band already causing audio distress. As a founder, they understood that Crap Rock was not just something you heard; it was something you had to explain to your family afterwards. Their contribution was style without permission, attitude without evidence, and a commitment to making every gig look like the final night of a venue that had stopped checking health regulations. Diamond had an instinct for turning cheap materials into iconic nonsense: torn fabric, fake leather, electrical tape, mystery sunglasses, and expressions of complete contempt for subtlety. Musically, they added texture, backing chaos, and the sense that something theatrical might happen even when nothing had been planned. They helped Yecrap become more than a band; they made it an incident with branding. If the others supplied the noise, Diamond supplied the warning label, the lighting problem, and the aftertaste.