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Goldie, Crispin and me met over ten years ago. We sang in echoey kitchens, figured out harmonies and scribbled lyrics while pots boiled over. We got shouted-at when guitars got in the way at work. We met Marcel in Aussie. He heckled us from a couch for a year, then revealed he’d been a drummer all along.. Our album contains no filler. Passionate chefs burned down several kitchens.. Fights were had.. barrowloads of fresh produce and an entire herbgarden went into making these ten concentrated spoonfuls of music. Please love or hate these songs, but do it wholeheartedly. We feel we’ve earned it.