Welcome inside members and guests, please sign the visitor’s book, take off your coat and hat and enjoy the smooth sounds of the eclectic ensemble known as The Bowls Club. Whether your tastes are sun-dried or deep fried, bottled or off-tap, horses or dogs, you can be assured The Bowls Club has something for you.The Bowls Club like to explore that fine tradition where folk sits down beside country; where jazz climbs into bed with rock, and where comedy quietly slips into tragedy when she's turned the other way. The resultant emissions are hungrily gobbled up by peers and critics alike.Propping up the bar is club president Mr Chris Costello, enjoying a wee flutter over in the pokie lounge you’ll find treasurer Mr Conrad Taylor and out in the garden bistro sits our curator Mr Ben Carstens, feasting on a rib-eye. Old friends Costello (piano/guitar/vocals) and Taylor (bass) combined to form the core of the group earlier this century. Feeling like a pair of naked, innocent boys who had stumbled onto something exciting yet incomplete and unknown, they embarked upon a quest to locate the missing piece - a timekeeper - which they eventually found in another old friend, Carstens, who had to be extradited from the UK where he had been serving time and English breakfasts.The Bowls Club’s first album quickly sold out, with some reports suggesting they have occasionally been spotted at garage sales or in charity stores alongside broken toasters and moth-eaten blankets.