Following the demise of Lucan's most loved shit band 'Hoochie Mama and The Emperors of Funk', Cullo and Mac decided to embark on a new musical project. Despite being born eternally afflicted with the hands of Geremy Beadle, Cullo decided to progress from shaking tambourines and singing badly to playing the bass averagely. Mac still refused to actually learn how to play a guitar but somehow managed to craft a few nice tunes.

The two lads combined their forces but the results were pretty shit bar a few nice pop-dittys. Meanwhile Dunboyne's favourite son Deasy had been trailblazing his band 'Urban Funk Explosion' around Dublin with a mixture of brown note jazzy blues and a whiter shade of pale reggae.Brought together by a shared love of The Coral's first album, Deasy came on board and the 3 lads worked at some songs with pleasing results. Despite their new found confidence, there was something lacking, they needed a man born of the sticks and skins. Rumours began to circulate around Lucan of a drummer with fine ability, chiseled abbs and a keener than keen eye for the ladies.

The newly formed triple entente found themselves with an important decision to make. It would break all protocol to recruit a pin-up drummer to a band of self confessed vultures who had made a lifetime of preying on unsuspecting vulnerable women. People on the street said he had been a drifter, a wise guy, a lovable rogue, a man of primal instincts, but above all else he was 'just Bazz'. Arguments raged, chips may have been thrown and then...he was part of the family.

In a divine moment of spiritual beauty they changed their name to The Gandhis. 'The Power Of 4' was quickly written and sold to the British and Irish lions tour for a crate of dutchy and some coors light for mac. It was a start.