P.Ar.Rock are the product of an unbridled passion for Hard Rock. In the year 2000, the four founder members (Gianluca, David, Diego and Flavio) started to hang out, jamming together every Friday evening and while we had a clear idea of the genre, we weren’t so sure of the numbers, so we played everything: Led Zeppelin, Deep Purple, Black Sabbath, Hendrix, Van Halen...the lot!
There was one minor detail - we didn’t have a singer, we had two guitars, a bass and drums. We played right through the night, amps literally exploding, beer flowing like a river – such fond memories!
Every now and then David sang, and he was great, but it wasn’t really his thing, it wasn’t in his nature to make an exhibition of himself, live, behind the mike, so we just went ahead, without much in the way of a plan for our future, playing for fun, that would do for now.

One day Gianluca strolled into our rehearsal room, grinning from ear to ear, he’d heard a rumour that some bloke was doing Deep Purple stuff, with a vengeance. That bloke was Polmone (Lungs) (Paul Moon to his friends). We got in contact with Paul and on one of those Friday nights we met: it was love at first note, for all of us…at long last we had a singer, another member in the band, plain nuts about music, who broke out in goose bumps at the sound of a well-turned chord or a riff!

Just one anecdote from that first time: the evening we got together we didn’t have any real vocal equipment for the singer, only a bass amplifier recycled as a light box. 1, 2, 3, 4 we started with Highway Star and played it right through. We gaped at each other: now the band was complete and Paul was the icing on the cake. The amazing thing was that, although the microphone lead was plugged into that bass amp, there wasn’t actually any volume coming out of it!!! He had just sung a song, or rather Highway Star, with no amplification! It wasn’t that we played quietly, not with old Brioscia on drums, no crappy drum machine...

Our plan had formed itself, we had just become a cover band, playing about 20 Deep Purple numbers, 4 or 5 of Led Zeppelin, and 3 of Black Sabbath.
Our first gig was at the "Utopia" in Valiano-Siena, a legendary venue, now long gone, one of the few places where you could play anything at all. There was only one small problem, Paul Moon refused point blank to play that pub because he’d fallen out with the landlord. But the gig was already arranged, so that’s how we found ourselves with a replacement lead singer on our debut date.
We found a girl, Savini Lalla, who looked good in our line-up, but she wasn’t quite up to our level. Don’t get me wrong, were not talking musically here, but at the level of our outrageous behaviour. There was no room in P.Ar.Rock for a nicely brought-up girl.
Paul Moon came back and we started doing the rounds - clubs, pubs, biker rallies, private parties. It seems we were a hit as we got regular return gigs.

Things went on like that for a few years, but as is the custom in all the best rock bands, there were a lot of tensions that often broke out in heated, or rather flaming, discussions. One of these “discussions”, well fuelled by alcohol, turned into the Great Row.
And so David left the band, we were down to four. A veil of melancholy descended on us, making us doubt the future of the band.
Then fate took an hand and resurrected our spirits, with the arrival of Paolo, an Hammond player, crazy about Deep Purple, who we immediately baptised Himmondo (why? Ed: ask him yourself if you’ve got the balls). On his Hammond, a real one, not one of those little gadgets with lousy fake sounds, with his Leslie amplifier, he gave us back our joy at playing Deep Purple, so much so that at the moment we might as well call ourselves their cover band. Just one thing to add, that part of his brain is seriously unhinged, and the band is back in business…and even bigger!

Now we have reached the present, so there’s no sense going on with this crap biography. Just check the calendar of our dates and come and taste us, in the flesh.
One piece of advice: - old farts, little kids, and anyone with a weak heart …. Stay at home and watch a soap!!!-
Don’t be pain in our arse.

P.S.
If you know what P.Ar.Rock means, do us a favour and tell us, as we don’t know.
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