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Formed within the compounds of a double brick house in inner south west Sydney, the chaos and unhappenings happening therein have carved out a fortunate turn of events so far unrivaled in paramount sonic forgery. Some say they should learn to play better, others have advised them to actually try writing songs, some people even suggest they should stay away from each other, but despite all odds and better knowledge they push on, and up, and further away from where they are, only to find themselves exactly where they are. And that is the nature of things. That is the nature of the baboon. Have you even taken the time to realise that wherever a baboon goes that is exactly where a baboon should be. Unless he/ she is in a cage, or a russian shaceship. that shit aint cool.