The Black Sheikhs

The Black Sheikhs

Pop and rock hits syphoned through a gramophone horn into the 1920s?
Preposterous piffle!! It’s impossible!
The stuff of fiction... or so we thought!

The Black Sheikhs first performed as living statues which sprung to life, playing minute long renditions of pop tunes in a vintage jazz style. Somehow, at it’s very conception, Brian adopted the alter ego of Lord Acton, and found it to be an essential element of the appeal of the band. Since then they have been included in the roster of around 10 agents in the UK and have worked for several clients including Wembley Stadium, Fresh Promotions, Mary Kay and the Trafford Centre. The repertoire has expanded to a full show of two 1hr sets and is punctuated by Lord Acton’s endearingly tipsy banter, giving a glimpse into his dubious past and the excesses of his ancestry.

They recorded their first demos as a four piece band (guitar, vocals, sax, clarinet and double bass) but have since recorded nine new arrangements with a drummer and the line-up now seems complete. The performance journeys through many different styles and the second set finishes with high energy punk swing.
They hope to bring the Sheikhs to festivals and theatres over the next two years.


The Black Sheikhs were formed in 1926 by taking life-size casts of the then highly acclaimed "Royal Dachshund Infirmary Surgeons Band", who performed canine inflected versions of popular hits of the time. The casts were forgotten, lost to the mists of time until, in 2012, they were discovered by a retail historian underneath the Trafford Centre in Greater Manchester. Animated by generous applications of salves, ointments, creams and menthol snuff, they were brought to life for your pleasure and delectation.

Open your ears and your minds to their inimitable renditions from the modern repertoire.

"Feel the clarity of the clarinet tickle your timpanic membrane, feel the saxophone surge through your ventricle, let the powerful diction comfort your sullied soul. Watch knowingly as the world opens its arms to the strains of the Black Sheikhs."

We have a fully functioning amplification system lovingly cared for by Timothy Spittlethorn, the bookie.
If it is dark, for example if you require us to play in a cave or tunnel, we have illumination and can see quite well in dim light.
We are all fully paid-up members of the Musician's Union, a fine and worthy institution.
Arnold always has Polo mints (the mint with the hole).

No criminal convictions.
Superior breeding.
Impecable diction.
Minty fresh breath.
Bertie Simptonson; Parlour guitar and vocal delivery .
Stiffy Blythsdale; Tenor Saxophone (all the rage!).
Arnold Twit; Clarinet (for the more conservative amongst you).
Bruce 'Basher' Fistworthy; Bull Fiddle (hollowed).
The Horselifter; Drums and percussion and lifting of horses. (No job too big).



Additional info

A garden party in Stockton.
A student ball in Salford.
The Saudi Arabian embassy.
A kitchen near Shepherd's Bush.
Your aunt Tabitha's reanimation.
My Uncle Wilber's funeral. (We went down better than he did!).

Going to weddings.
Playing music at the weddings.
Drinking all the booze at weddings.
Blaming the best man.
Running away over a field.
Falling in a ditch or hedge.


"What have you done with my brother?" - Angela Tipton (Basingstoke).

"A fine display of musicianship and political posturing." - Winston Churchill (London).

"Those are NOT regulation spats!" - Stinky Grimes (The Croquet Club, St. Ives).

"Only the finest leaves." - Yorkshire Tea (Yorkshire).