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The following comes from the tortured mind of our drummer. Perhaps it even sheds a little light on his damaged psyche. Decide for yourself as we enter Hubble's History.
The above is the cover art I did many moons ago, for the one off album "One Beats Our Pric" . The title came from a shop in the local high street which was obviously, No One Beats Our Price, but which had suffered from unfortunate vandalism, resulting in it almost spelling out this title. The tracks on the album, as I recall were "Disgusting" and "The Carrots have Landed in Wigan" believe me that was enough. "Disgusting" was a noise fest worthy of any modern day white noise band, and "The Carrots have Landed in Wigan" was a very long poem which rambled about mutant alien carrots come to control the earth, the evidence for which was our school Latin tutor, "Veg", I really wish I could remember his real name, MR DAVIS!!!
Ha ha, I remember, this man once gave a lecture on Meditation techniques during our school assembly, he actually tried to get us all to meditate with him, obviously we instantly called it "Veg-itation" and carried it on in his classes as a running gag. Looking back I have a lot of admiration for the man who stands up infront of an all boys school assembly and asks everyone to close their eyes, breathe deeply and picture gently lapping ocean waves. The man was mad, but there you go, madness, genius, very fine line, take your pick, this guy was between all three.
Anyway, that's the story behind the album cover, which obviously shows a disembodied hand (a Pointy Finger) blowing away the letters to leave "One Beats Our Pric".