“Locked and Loaded with All Guns Full Ammo” In this months Niva metal corner I took the time of interviewing a new injection of rock and metal. The love of guzzling beer and playing video games brought this five man firing squad together in early 2011, sight ready at the aim and fingers ready to fire their powerful blend of hard rock and metal through the spheres of the South African metal scene. Ladies and gentleman; All Guns Full Ammo! Can you tell the readers who AGFA is, and what the band is all about? At the heart of it, All Guns Full Ammo is just a bunch of guys who enjoy drinking beer, jamming console games and rocking out some epic tunes. This steadily encroaching popularity is really just a pleasant consequence of spending too much time indoors. All we really want is to have a good time doing something we love, and if others want to rock along with us, then that’s awesome too. We always try to put on professional, high energy performances for our fans, and if they want to reward us with horns held high, some scattered cheering and maybe a beer, then we’ve done our job. Every single rock and metal band has a background of were each member came from, which would ultimately lead to establishing the band and how it was thought up; how did the concept of AGFA form? The year was 2011, and Greig was living the high life of a script writer – hunting pre-indie, post-modernism, pseudo-neo-emo hipsters for fresh meat and streetfighting with stray zine-editors for stationery.
Mark was running an indonesian, pre-prod sweatshop and making a mint forging Russian nesting dolls in his spare time. They met on the street one nght while simultaneously attempting to mug David Kramer for three Fizzers and a handshake. Dave mentioned to them that there was an easier way to raise money for beer, and so All Guns Full Ammo was born. They enlisted the help of Mike who, at the time, was making a living shouting at people professionally, and cocktail-waitressing every second Thursday. His only condition was that he got to continue shouting at people. It didn’t matter who. Gareth they found in solitary confinement at a senior residents home. He’d been diagnosed with chronic punching, kicking an biting, and the senior citizens were renting him out to underground cock-fighting organisers to get the contestants riled up before their matches. Greig purchased him for nine sticks of liquorice and a bottle of cherry-mint liquor. No-one’s entirely sure how Brett ended up in the band. The general consensus, however, is that someone left the back door open.