The Lost Boyz

How it started

Our Story

The Lost Boyz came about when Darren’s 18-year-old son Kyle tragically died in a car accident in September 2025.

Some of Kyle’s friends, who played in local bands, approached Darren and Stella and asked if they could put on a memorial concert in his honour. Thinking that this was a kind offer, both agreed. However, with Darren, Stella and Kyle’s younger sister Amy not being in a place where they would be able to take on the task, their friend Paul Walker stepped in to organise the event.

During a meeting with Paul and Kyle’s family, Darren said to Paul that a very large venue would be needed to host the event. Paul, who is a man that can get things done, laughed and said that he might even get the Eden Project for the event! To which Darren’s reply was: “If you can get Eden, I’ll come out of retirement.”

Both Andrew and Darren had been working musicians on the local scene for many years, ten years or so previously, and had done a lot of gigs. When their last venture ran its course, neither of them had the desire to play live music any more, and subsequently hung up their instruments.

However, a couple of weeks had passed and Paul went back to the Endean family to discuss the event, to which Darren asked if there was anything that he could do to help. Paul’s reply was: “Just polish your guitar!” Darren immediately replied: “They can’t use my guitar!” “No,” said Paul. “You’re on the bill!”

Darren told him not to be daft, and that he wouldn’t be able to do it, as the event was in five weeks and it would be impossible to learn a set of songs, buy the equipment needed and have it all ready in that time. Paul said: “Well, you said if I could get Eden you would play… and I’ve got you Eden!” You could safely say that Darren had landed himself in it.

That evening Andrew — who happens to be Darren’s next-door neighbour, former drummer in the same bands as Darren, and not to mention one of his lifelong best friends — popped in to see Stella and Darren, where Darren spouted out: “Mate, you know you’d do anything for me, right? I need you to come out of retirement.” Andrew’s response was: “What have you opened your trap to now?” After a little grovelling from Darren, he agreed to do a comeback set as an acoustic duo.

In the coming five weeks they bought the kit, learned the songs and practised so much that Andrew’s arms were in agony and Darren was actually supergluing his fingers, as they were splitting through playing guitar so much!

Three weeks before the show, they still didn’t have a name. So where did the name “The Lost Boyz” come from?

One evening Andrew was at Darren and Stella’s, checking up on them and discussing the memorial concert, and Stella asked what they were going to name themselves. To which Andrew said: “How about The Lost Boys… but with a Z.” Darren said: “How did you come up with that?” Andrew’s response was: “Because we both lost our boys.”

Devastatingly, Andrew had lost his eldest son Timmy at only twenty-two, three years previously, in a car accident. A story you couldn’t write. Next-door neighbours, best friends, and both had lost their sons in two very tragic accidents.

All the tickets for the memorial concert were gone in under twenty-four hours, with many more people joining cancellation lists and even more not even being able to attend. All money raised was donated to Brake, the road safety charity.

After the memorial concert the two decided to go all in and continue The Lost Boyz in honour of the two young men.

So that was the beginning of The Lost Boyz.

Darren

Darren, or as Andrew calls him “The Nerd” (and ten years younger than Andrew, we might add!), has been obsessed with guitars since the age of twelve. Believe it or not, it started in a secondary school physics lesson where he was learning about sound and his teacher called him up to show the class how to make a noise on the teacher’s very own electric guitar. From that moment Darren was hooked, and pestered his parents until they gave in and bought him a second-hand electric guitar — which he still owns.

Darren immediately started having guitar lessons and would practise up to eight hours a day if possible. He was so hooked that his parents would take the guitar away as punishment if he misbehaved!

He gets the nickname “The Nerd” as he is the one behind The Lost Boyz sound. He’s the sound guy, the guitar tech, the lighting guy, the studio guy, the graphic designer — and the one who drives Andrew absolutely mad!

If he’s not working on band stuff, he is trying to build custom equipment, and can be seen using his custom-made gear at gigs: a modified ray gun, a home-made talk box (designed by his physics teacher, as the two remain close friends to this day) and a specially designed foot rest for those difficult guitar solos, which has a machine inside so he can feel the beat of the music too!

Darren is always happy to answer questions at a gig if he has time but… be prepared. He’s definitely a nerd. There is a page for the gear, showing how some of the equipment works.

Andrew

Andrew started playing drums at the age of twelve at school, but unfortunately his history teacher sent a letter home to his parents informing them that drum lessons were interfering with his history lessons. So Andrew’s mum, a former teacher, stopped the lessons.

All Andrew had was a set of sticks and, much to his parents’ anguish, he would just “smack” whatever he could to make a noise. Fortunately Andrew had good rhythm and a good ear, and once working at the age of seventeen, bought a drum set.

It wasn’t until he met Darren that he got in his first band, which they believe was around 1998 or 1999. Darren, being a guitar nut, had started dating Stella, discovered the local drummer and wanted to get a band going, as he was already friends with David — Andrew’s younger brother — and knew he played bass. You can safely say the two have been together ever since.

Andrew has always been the engine room in all of their bands, and the two have always come as a package deal.

In loving memory

Kyle and Timmy

Kyle Endean, smiling, sitting in a tuk-tuk on a street at night while travelling.

Kyle Endean

Kyle was the light in our lives that will never go out, the glue that held our family together. He was a bright, quick-witted, kind-hearted soul who never failed to make us proud. He was loving, caring, polite, gentle and passionate.

Kyle enjoyed spending time with family and friends, people that he loved and cared for deeply. But overall there was nothing he enjoyed more than his PlayStation. A lot of the time Kyle stayed up gaming throughout the night and during the day; when he was little he even wanted to be a gamer on YouTube!

In his younger years Kyle’s favourite food was pizza, but as he got older and his taste buds matured he fell in love with all different types of food and drinks — but to be honest, there wasn’t much Kyle didn’t enjoy.

Kyle had a big interest in scuba diving, and he was great at it, with an open water scuba diving qualification. With this amazing hobby behind him, Kyle was lucky enough in his short life to see life underwater, and to see his favourite animal in Egypt and Thailand: the sea turtle. In many ways it’s ironic, as Kyle and his favourite animal were quite alike — laid back, placid, calm and chilled out.

Kyle also worked at the local pub as a barman, which he thoroughly enjoyed and which he was also very good at. If you went in there and had Kyle serving you with his big warm smile, you knew it was going to be a great pint.

There is so much more we could say about Kyle, but anything we write wouldn’t do it justice. He was truly an amazing person.

— Amy, Kyle’s sister

Timmy Boraston, smiling with his chin resting on his hand, in a knitted jumper.

Timmy Boraston

Timmy was an outgoing, kind, loving, help-anybody kind of guy, and was the life and soul of a party. He was a trick shot with a snowball, as Darren found out one winter’s day!

He was a person who was funny and instantly likeable, who made friends wherever he went. He also had awful fashion sense. A nature lover with a passion for barn owls, and in his school days a keen gymnast — you would often see him doing back flips at family barbecues.

He loved his job as a barman at the local pub, pulling pints and cracking jokes with everyone in the village.

Yn agan kolonnow bys vykken

“In our hearts forever”