Arthur, the unstable metal head of the group, divides his time between geling his hair and stabbing his fellow bandmates with his flying V guitar. Feared for his ferocity on the metal axe and loathed for his good looks, arthur completes F.G., offering subtle understated balance (if you like being assaulted) and an air of refinment amidst the chaos.
Like a fine wine, Arthur is enjoyed best with a good cut of steak and a garden salad - just don't bring meat or alcohol near him.
"lock up your children, the axe man is coming..."
