Designer Babies scare me more than anything else in the world. Yes, more than giant alien spiders and Brian Dowling.

Designer Babies are the oddest band I have ever heard.

Ever.

Designer Babies are the sound of every Load band jamming with every Three One G band, ever.

Designer Babies are like Mr Bungle on a lot of bad, bad drugs; a skip-load, nay, a tanker-load of bad, BAD drugs. Like the ones your mum likes so much. No, actually, worse than those. These aren't your over-the-counter variety.

Designer Babies are impossible to categorise using conventional pigeonholes. They've dug/drilled/spooned-out their own, but not even they seem to know exactly what it is. It's punk, yet you can dance to it, but you'll cry your eyes dry doing so. It's like nothing you've ever heard.

Nothing.

Madness on wax. Unadulterated madness on wax. I need a sponge bath and some hot chocolate...