From the badlands of North East England and hell-bent on playing whatever goddamn style we goddamn want depending on our goddamn mood - think Alice in Chains crossed with The Doors, saturated with the illegitimate seed of Led Zeppelin, heavily salted with Peter Green’s Fleetwood Mac and smothered in a Red Hot Chili Pepper sauce (but all from the mo’fo-ing FUTURE!?!?) - we prefer to please but we’re admittedly selfish lovers. But by fuckity-christ do we dig making music and playing it live; and as such you should do your utmost to make sure that YOU can say: “i woz der” (you have appalling spelling), before crippling poverty overtakes us all and our will is inevitably broken from doing despicable things for money.