Some might say the Treacles have the sonic punch of a stampeding herd of luntinistic Venusians Formic Land Whales being perused by the grand Wahoo on heat. Others compare their scintillating strumming to the seeing the sexy scrumptiousness of a shower of zarathusic shooting stars on the dark side of Saturn…

Modesty prevents us from passing comment on the above, but one thing we will certainly agree with….we certainly make a lot of noise……

The Treacles… pronounced, tree-calls, for the benefit of our cousins across the ocean, get their name from that rather wonderful traditional British confection…. The Treacle Tart

http://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/food-and-drink/recipes/treacle-tart-430175.html

Just like us, it’s sweet and a bit sticky. And as the introduction to the recipe says, we responded to being handled with care.

Any notion that our name is related in any way to that absolutely crude, scurrilous and disgusting, not to say deeply politically incorrect cockney rhyming slang, couldn’t possible be further from the Babe Ruth….

"That gets right on me Brads that does. Alrite, Treacle?"

The Treacles, just like their confectionary psudoneum, has been a bit of a moveable feast over the years. There have been quite a few players who have brought their own brand of sweetness and sugar to the mix.  But at other times there have been as few as… er, one!