…Right somethin’s ‘appenin’ expect you ‘eard. Puttin’ a team together… renegades… visionaries… with ambition… attitude… ’s very important… who ain’t afraid to graft… for somethin’ big… loud. You know ‘em… jacked up fairies pouncing about in lyrca… snooty fuckin’ prestige types… a few faces you’ll recognise… cereal packets… video games… kids toys… that sorta thing…

…not much to look at… but ‘arder than they look… and got a bit of dough behind ‘em… plenty to go round when we carve up the pie though. They got backin’… big ‘itters… but duck-faced little cunts most of ‘em… claiming they ain’t got money… passin’ on anythin’ original… while sittin’ there like Scooge Mc-fuckin’-Duck… gutless… spineless.

…Mind due, this ain’t an old school dust up mind… ain’t a quick in out… this lot ‘ave taken over… forced the natives out so to speak… run the place into the fuckin’ ground… but they’re on the fuckin’ ropes… scared shitless of their own shadows… making mistakes. They’re easy to read… got one play… colossal monstrosities… stick out like a sore thumb on a first date… crushin’ a cuntload of cult classics in their wake… in my ‘umble opinion is where we come in… you game?