Biography (in brief)
Evolved out of a damp carpet in the back of a music shop on the west-side of Reading, this 5-limbed monstrosity emerged bleary of eye and queasy of stomach into the blinking sunlight and lumbered forth into an unforgiving and alien world.
Over time it armed itself to the molars with beats and tunes and a soul of misconstrued mellifluous poison in addition to an undeniably impressive record collection to share its tales of despair and euphoria.
In the end, the music all blended together into an oozy, viscous concoction that flows through the listener and sticks to the brain like that stuff that holds CDs onto the front of magazines.
Think Soulwax, think Mogwai, think Beck, but above all, think Godmuffin.