Daves Side.
I met mark a long time ago. In a time before decks, drumloops and Drill N Bass. We drank sherry together in fine establishments where scantily clad swedish ladies were showered with water. We lost all of our pocket money playing cards and smoked fine cigars. We waged wars and fought battles side by side. We called out to the grass and asked if it was christmas day and witnessed temporary levitation by his refridgeration device.
Then Mark disappeared. I later found out he had been hiding out in a french squat after a brief stint disassembling machines for fun and profit. We resumed talks. We looked at the drinks... We drank the drinks. Things went swimmingly for a time but ugliness, as it is prone to do, raised its foul head. Fortunately for us we were able to cage it in an abrasive sonic orgy and the end result so far is available for you to appreciate and dissect to your hearts delight.
Marks Side
I met dave coming down the stairs of a womans clothes shop long after closing hours. He was hiding under a black leather jacket. 3 years later music came up in conversation, then it went away again, came back, went away, came back more dangerous than ever....went away one more time. Years past, and I met dave again propping up a bookshop.To cut a long story short, we made some damning music and I fucked off to Asia.....and you never know I might be back.
