All music is innocent until proven guilty. To triangulate our sound, pick up signals from Kraftwerk, The B-52's and Goldfrapp. Or think of a half-remembered fever dream featuring Ferris Bueller and Grace Jones. All bands are transient. The album “Fatty Gets A Stylist” was mostly written and recorded on a lap top over several months in the different locations we found ourselves in between Australia, South East Asia and our loft which is unfashionably located in West London.