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You could throw a 4K TV out the window of a private jet while doing drugs off a tiger and not be as rock ‘n’ roll as Beware the Bear. If they were to start a topical comedy show, it would be called Rock The Week. If they were an animal (other than a bear), it would be a rocktupus. If they were to establish a philosophical concept that when presented with competing hypothetical answers to a problem, one should select the answer that makes the fewest assumptions, it would be called Rockham’s Razor. If they were a famous British-Asian stylist offering advice on how to look good naked, well, you get the idea.* Imagine Noel Gallagher and Amy Winehouse had a child. Then imagine that child went off the rails and ended up in rehab after trying to fight the sun while high on beaver tranquillisers. Imagine, finally, that while shacked up in said rehabilitation facility, the ghosts of Jimmy Hendrix, Jim Bean and Jim Morrison put the child in a trance where it sculpted a life size replica of the American Grizzly Bear. Upon completion, the sculpture was struck with a bolt of lightning from the mighty quiver of Zeus, granted life, grabbed a guitar and dedicated the rest of its newly granted animus to sticking two fingers (bear fingers, so, like, claws I guess) up to the idea that big, bold British rock is dead. Legend has it that to be initiated in to the hairy ranks of Beware the Bear, each band member had to defeat a bear with their bear hands. I didn’t misspell bare there, each band member had to use the hands of a bear they had previously slain as a weapon to fight another bear. So far only three brave souls have succeeded in taking up this onerous challenge: Tim Shaw on lead vocals and guitar is the bear’s mighty raw, Ben White on lead guitar its paws and finally, on drums, Luke Shires is the hairy behemoth’s beating heart. The music this trio create is unashamedly bluesy and brash, offering punters a no frills, all thrills rock ‘n’ roll ride along venomous riffs and driving rhythms. The group’s first EP is out this summer and the Great British public can look forward to a saucy packet of musical ass backward awesomatry described as “The second coming of Oasis” by one of the band members/band members’ mums. Tis not Shakespeare's fault he was from the Elizabethan era, but if he had been born in to modern society, Julius Caesar wouldn't have been warned to beware the Ides of March, no, he would have been told to BEWARE THE BEAR.