Callum Mixes Paint

Every sound these guys ever created was referred to by someone somewhere as either 'incredible,' or 'good sound'. If there ever was a band of brothers with a level of accomplishment which truly validated their mutual aims it was these gents, these leviathans, these all-destroying, soul-crushing, gravitas merchants. Slide their sounds into your ears and you'll be pleasantly surprised to find that not only do they fit prefectly but they will actually improve your hearing, and leave you with an all round sunnier disposition.

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James Cook can be seen peddling his wares in a local meat-factory after his newly-found love of dice led him to lose his fortune.

David Gillett didn't ever find the perfect outlet for his unending desire to serve the community. Instead he has co-formed noise-merchants andtheywillriot! who can be found selling noise from their slpdash stall at a market near you.

Christopher Dupain will never leave the band, his devotion is unbelievable, his staunch belief that nothing will stop Callum's paint-mixing is almost frightening. He will never stop, of course he won't. I mean why would he?

Daniel Kirby has joined the clergy as a cleric simply to quench his thirst for religion.

Harold Shiel has dissappeared into the ether, sightings have been made, but his future is in doubt. Where is he? why is he there? what is he doing there? when will he be back?... these are just some of the questions used in a vain effort to understand: to fathom this great man's mind and where it has taken him. One thing is for sure, he will never stop. He will always have purpose, but it might just be rubbish.