We’re genre mongrels. Sometimes angry avant politic, sometimes upbeat sleazy dance. Tracks that are a tad twisted, produced by Tim Stem, ran through by distorted bass lines from Gav Bourne and strung together by fearsome lyrics from Tansy Roake.

Spewed forth from the mountains of Andalucía, our songs speak of dissolution and disgrace at the U.K. political climate, abandonment of the expectations of the modern life and a love for drinking tequila and dancing in a field.

In short, there are three of us and we make noise.