The story so far: So you know how in school you were always told that stories have a beginning, middle and end. Well seeing we’re sat right at the beginning, there isn’t much of a story… yet. I guess the embryonic spark of life began when Rob happened to find himself with a (pending) free house and a spare day. After we sent Rob’s mum off to Tesco on a mission to find items that never existed [apparently someone has now invented elbow grease] we set about turning Rob’s bedroom into a fully equipped state-of-the-art recording studio. This consisted of a microphone hanging from the light fitting which was expertly plugged in to the High Fidelity (that’s Hi-Fi kids) Stereo Player. History was about to be tarnished.

With the tape rolling, the first of ‘the creation of insects’ sessions began. Well in fact that isn’t strictly true as when we started these impromptu fusions of music and madness we were called Reuben’s Game. Apparently it is someone that was known to Rob, and the name just caught on. Now if you’re asking if there is some deep and meaningful (that’s D&M kids) answer behind using it like Reuben being some spiritual guru or a mystery third member, then you would be wrong. Reuben was no figurehead, no inspirational guiding star, no relation – just a name that was about as far detached from the music as possible. Under that guise, the jams were forthcoming and the ability to play chaotically seemed second nature.

It was only after three swap meets that I was stood at a crossroads. Here I was, armed with a pocket full of tunes with no melodies, and a head full of ideas that would challenge the entire way music was treated. As it transpired, I took the latter option and as I turned left down that junction of contemplation, songs such as ‘Radiation Day’ faded into the distance, whilst ‘the creation of insects’ challenge playoffs were treasured like the first drops of dew on a summer spring morning.