Larry & Pete, a match made in Heaven (Yorkshire)

"Other month a were doing me rounds, had to go Wakey to see a man about a dog.
This fella come up to me n sez “do you know who I think I am?” A sez no but I’m fucking Peter Bogman. Anyway long story short after some brief feather ruffling we went n smoked a lung at back’a nick.

Turns out this fella Larry Tarko is a decent mucka. Tells me he’s into his tunes n that, I told him about all that daft writing a do. Next thing ye were in a fucking bungalow in Berry Brow making bastard music n that, a thought fuck it me mate why not. Petey can get nice. Fuck all them in goli. This Larry fella he’s like a proper pal, cut from same cloth if the cloth went into West Yorkshire. He int just someone a get leathered wi n bray up at end of night. Like that tinder but if tinder were for wrong ens n let me tell you nar we’ve matched babi.

An old boy teld me once expect the unexpected n av been expecting a long chuffing time, let me tell you get yasen ready for the unexpected. Cos what we’ve been cooking is hotter than end of dog fox’s pipe. Tune in, get amongst it Larry n Pete style. No pregabs aloud. Larry Bogman or your medicine for that sinking feeling, the vacuum of being a bastard and having nowhere to take it, seeing a single horse in a field and knowing it’s beautiful, evaporating in the high street and ending up with a crisis loan, music to remedy dissolution by making more, music to make your auntys dog cry, music to knock fuck out of yourself to." -Pete Bogman, 2025