Peter Brame - Subsequent Musical Career

Subsequent Musical Career

Initially singing with The Dolls in 2004, he went on to co-found a rock band called One Finger Zen with one-time Libertines guitarist Nick Gavrilovic. They started touring pubs and clubs in the UK, buying an old fire engine which they used instead of a van. Despite getting a favourable reception from audiences, Brame was declared bankrupt in May 2005 and the band split later that year.

Still unsigned, he recorded a 17 track album of his own songs in 2005 titled An Introduction, having co-written one of the tracks "Smash" with former Gay Dad front-man Cliff Jones. This was made available from his website. He continued to write songs and began performing solo again, showcasing his own material at a number of acoustic gigs.

Early in 2006 he signed to Double Impact Management. His debut single "Wake Up" was released on 21 August on their independent label. This received mixed reviews, being variously described as "like the Black Crowes jamming with a glam rock band", "recalls early Primal Scream and Smashing Pumpkins" and "over-produced to a point where Pete Waterman would probably blanche" however it failed.

He continues to perform live regularly and appeared at several music festivals in the South East of England in summer 2007.

Brame's debut album My Secret Suicide was released on 13 October 2008.

In 2011/2012 Brame begun work on new material with the band Broken Eye's and with producer Scott Drury.

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