We don’t want to tell you how great the music is or how it speaks for itself. It doesn’t.
We come from manchester but we’re not going to bore you with the history or sing from the terraces how the North will rise again. We’ve got our passports stamped already.
We were asked to write a biography or if needed make something up. We don’t think that we have to. We’ve released two singles, though you probably hadn’t noticed.
We started in 1994. While other bands spent their dole cheques on demo tapes and rehearsals we used to book hotel rooms under pseudonyms, listen to tunes through a ghetto blaster, drink brandy all night and smoke, run riot through the corridors annoying all the neighbours until they kindly threw us out without paying.
We played our first gig in the basement of the Hacienda, November 1995. It was alright. A week later we signed a six album deal with Tony Wilson’s Factory too labelfor exactly the same reason that Joy Division and Happy Mondays had done years before. Nobody else wanted us.
It is a commitment that we intend to keep.
May 1996. While everyone was scrambling around looking for the new Oasis we released "Keep On Trippin’ On", a classic house record littered with guitars. The music press ignored it. The Djs didn’t. It entered the club chart at number ten. No hard feelings. We didn’t like Kula Shaker much either.
We spent the rest of the Summer making our debut album with legendary Manchester hip hop producer Johnny Jay, recording at Monnow Valley, Wales and the infamous Moonraker Studios in Longsight where "Voodoo Ray" and many other Acid House classics were created.
Bored by Manchesters superclubs and its imploding house scene we put on our own parties in warehouses and lofts in some of the cities less salubrious hangouts. Djing ourselves and mashing up Jungle, Hip Hop and House with all the funkiest guitar tunes, we made our own style and a lot of new friends,
The second single, the critically acclaimed double A side "Blowing Down the Stylus / Dear Dhinus" took all these influences on board. a stew of chemical beats, fucked up giutars, Wu Tang Clan attitude and Dylanesque lyrics exploded onto the airwaves. John Peel played it to death. Once.
We finished the year playing to a quarter of a million people at the Edinburgh Hogamany Festival. The biggest New years Eve party in the world. How did that happen?
The new singles called "Acid House Killed Rock and Roll". Some say it did, some say it didn’t. Who gives a fuck?
We’re not arrogant, we’re confident. We don’t care if you’re with us or against us, we just hope you enjoy the trip.
Crash and burn, Muthafuckers.