Dylan Bates's Pipe-Rack showcases the more foot-tapping facets of his back-catalogue.
The quartet is particularly keen to perform on cruise-ships bound for psychotropical paradigms, or in bars with vomit-encrusted leopard-print ceilings - to bespectacled, knitwear-clad clientelle.
Naturally, the intent to be commercial will go straight out of the window, and we'll end up playing in-yer-face, freaked-out Post-It note serialism and harmolodic crunk. And what else would you expect?
Pipe up and get down!
