Benny circa 1973 - look at that mullet! look at those flares! unfortunately you can only see a bit of my shoes - they were multicoloured suede platform soled

Inspector Lloyd was a three-piece band comprising myself, Phil Roberts (bass and vocals), and 'Funky John' Hinsley on drums. Phil and I both wrote the songs. We played in (perhaps too many) different styles. Our influences were Steely Dan, Little Feat, Stevie Wonder, Joni Mitchell. And of course it was the golden age of Jazz Funk so we listened to Herbie Hancock (Headhunters), The Crusaders (Feat Larry Carlton), and Miles Davis.

Phil and I had started the band in 1970 when I was 17 and we were both at Chester College of Further Education. Our drummer back then was Bob Berg. This was 'back before we reached the age of reason'.

We specialised in playing bizarre gigs. One time we played the British Legion in Llanrwst (North Wales) doing a set between Bingo sessions. When we came on all the old biddies playing bingo jaw's dropped in disbelief. Hands over ears for the volume too! By the time we played our second 'tune' the 'head' pub accross the road had emptied and the back of the hall filled up with the greaser, hippies, and heads we should have be playing to. We came off after the first set and the organiser said 'here's your money lads, we won't be needing another set, pack up and go home'. This was fairly typical of the standard of gig.

Phil - doin' the Blues walk

We were all lunatic, right down to our Road Crew - like Daisy Stormer who was some kind of Judo Black Belt but who, the only time we needed him had hurt his hand so we had to do a runner offstage! And then there was John Bi****t. We once played the Cavern in Liverpool, the real one in Matthew Street, not the newer imitation one. It was a proud moment when we pulled up outside the Cavern. There was a line of people queuing and we thought to ourselves 'we've made it' but Oh, Oh, we ran over a bottle and the tyre on our van exploded. Bummer! I think we were support for Strife, another Chester band whose singular talent was ear-splitting, and pant-splitting. After the gig JB somehow stole the Cavern's strobe lighting right off the wall in full view of the crowd! He later wired it up in his car and his speciality was that he fired it at oncoming motorists at night.

Phil, Bob and I all moved down to London together in 1972-ish. It was an eye-opener and it is fair to say we got side-tracked, being away from home for the first time, meeting all those new and colourful people! The band didn't achieve much until John Hinsley replaced Bob and we were offered a contract with Tony Hall's record company (Fresh Air records). 'Uncle' Tony claimed to have discovered Black Sabbath but his main claim to fame was the Equals. We recorded a single called Whenever you're ready in some very expensive studios, Island Records ( Basing St Studio) where Bob Marley , Free, Traffic recorded. Even then it was £40 per hour - a whole week's Dole!

We were produced (if you can call it that) by a guy called Tony Platt who engineered Bob Marley and Free albums. But he had never produced before (typical). We never had a decent manager either, but we did have a publishing deal (of sorts) with an ex painter/decorator called Terry Winstone - another loser. We were born under a bad sign because if it wasn't for the bad luck... The record company went bust days before release. Needless to say we never saw a penny!

Funky John Hinsley

We were a magnet for oddballs. We briefly had a sax player who was a lot older than us, and a city banker to boot, complete with pin stripe suit and pipe. He was Barking! We did have a kind of residency at a club in Rickmansworth, which was Rick Wakemans 'local'. Our sax player got so off his face he was almost falling off the stage! Then, I had my head down (as you do) doing a 5 minute solo (as you do) and when I surfaced to hand over to him soloing, he'd gone! We finished the gig and went looking for him when we came offstage. As we went outside there was Rick Wakeman's white Rolls Royce - covered in Puke! He must have walked out of the club, saw the car, and deliberately puked a perfect line from front to back all over it! It took us an hour to find him in the bushes, still holding his sax, bleating 'help'. We bundled him into Phil's Jaffalux Range Rover and beat a hasty retreat back to London with him still puking out of the window all the way! Oh happy days!

I should also mention one 'honorary Inspector' Paul Goose, who was a big pal and who played drums on many gigs, including a few at Imperial College. he was a fellow Cestrian (that's what you are called when you come from Chester) and moved to London at about the same time as us though, sensibly, to go to Uni.

This was a period of living in (or should I say being thrown out of) squats. But the demon weed also gave it a hazy, but happy, blur! We paid our dues (Man)! Phil and I eventually did a tactical retreat back to Chester to Lick our Wounds. In the process The Inspectors fizzled out, gone but not forgotten, legends in our lunchtime. Phil and I lost touch for 20 years but are now back as Pals so who knows, watch this space for the Inspector Lloyd comeback tour!

Inspector Lloyd Band (L-R Benny, John, Phil)