The Gonzo Do-Do Bar Band


A tribute band to the Bonzos featuring Perret & Limb, Dan Mersh and Paul Litchfield from The Trap, Chris Limb, Martin White and Ali Murray plus Mr Ben on sound and lights

Occasional members of the band include Chas Early, Isabel Fay, "Big" Al Mitchell, Tim FitzHigham (Infinite Number of Monkeys), Paul Putner, Kevin Eldon, Lucy Porter, The Most Boring Man In England, Mike Belgrave, Jennie Coles , Danny Robins and Dan Tetsell, Cicely Giddings, Alys Torrance and Judith Faultless, Kiki Kendrick, Maddy Sparham as a Man in a Coat, defrocked, neo-regency face warrior icon Gary le Strange, eighties icon Gonch from Grange Hill, Peter Buckley Hill, Margaret Cabourn-Smith, Comedy Terrorist Aaron Barschak, John Hegley, Simon Munnery, Miranda Hart, Arn Widdowson (Le Hip Parade/Priorité á Gauche), Ian Shuttleworth (Financial Times), Steve Oram, Phil Nicol, Barry Castagnola (Cyderdelic), Trevor & Simon, Katie & Dave from Bang On!, Arthur Smith, Liz Stephens, John Dowie, Neil Gaiman, Amanda Palmer, Alan Moore and last but by no means least Neil Innes.

“Raucous and irreverent” Time Out

“Nonsensical songs all round” BBC Best of the Fest 2001

“The Fringe's favourite Dadaist tribute band are on top form... only the stony-hearted could fail to get into the Dog Do groove.” The Scotsman

“They're silly, and they mean it. The Gonzos are, to most people, a tribute band. To themselves, they are 'the only band in the world'. And it's not hard to see why. They are having a disgusting amount of fun but there are no complaints, because we are too. Fans, strangers and reviewers with their press passes hidden were all on their feet by the end. You should probably go.” **** Three Weeks

Gallery (the early years)


Having performed as both Stanshall and Peter Cook, Perret will soon no doubt turn up as the Bootleg Christ.

To be as life-affirmingly chaotic as The Bonzos takes a large amount of genius. To successfully recreate that chaos takes a level of mental instability and talent scientists are still trying to calculate.

Resistance was futile in the face of such dexterously reproduced grooves.

Jem Roberts, Kettering magazine, May 2005

Gonzo Dog has everything you need
Rating: ****

It's a reasonable guide to a band's persuasive qualities when you find yourself, against all sense, standing to attention and saluting the National Anthem. It was, I think, the first time I've done that since I was in the Life Boys. But it was also the first time I've seen the Gonzos. For anyone not in on the joke, the Gonzos are a Bonzo Dog Doo-dah Band tribute act. If that means nothing to you, think: mayhem. And if you're of a nervous disposition, jugglers playing codpieces with thimbles are the least of your worries. You may be called on summarily to do animal impressions, dance onstage. Or let the backing singer use you as a gym horse. Quite apart from this, the Gonzos do the Bonzos very well. Their frontman presents a very plausible Viv Stanshall, complete with mad monologues. The music is vaguely ordered chaos, with sackings, resignations, and guitar solos that self destruct. And the hits - Urban Spaceman, Mr Apollo - stick in your head all the way home.

Juvenile? Maybe, but it's also as much fun as you can have without having to call a lawyer.

Rob Adams, Glasgow Herald, 9 August 2002

You miss them at your peril!
Rating: no drams (maximum rating)

In the mid 20th Century music in Europe was in flux, so were musicians. New Movements and fashions appeared weekly (or possibly weakly? Ed) but now many of the greats are forgotten, consigned to dry historical texts and heaps of rarely played vinyl records. It is important that these seminal works are occasionally aired and examined though we may not fully understand the relevance of their intricate forms.

In this context, the latest concert tour by the Gonzo Dog-Do Bar Band is problematic. It does little to explain the social relevance of the Trouser Press, though my Shirt particpated in the performance. I am also no wiser about the whereabouts of the Urban Spaceman. What I can say is they do give us a faithful interpretation of some of the greatest works of the unhinged movement in British music. I say again miss them at your peril. Fundamentally to understand our civilisation this deranged entertainment must be preserved.

I must credit the immense contribution of Matthew Perret and Jeremy Limb, nightly endangering their sanity, and the audience's, to sustain this miracle. Assisted ably, at least some of the time, by Dan Mersh and Paul Litchfield, and several other odd characters. Sadly when I saw them Al Mitchell was too ill to appear. If some of your brain cells are still intact, get along to the Pleasance Dome and let the Gonzos scramble them forever.

Neil Ingram,, 3 August 2002