Two men. One lady. Lost of dusty old equipment. A drum machine. A sampler with very little memory. Lots of tangled wires. A fostex with a broken fader. A love of feedback and white noise. 3-minute pop songs. Haunting lovelorn lullaby vocals. Occasional trumpets, flamenco guitar and thumb piano. Infectious electro beats. Lo-fi analogue digital culture clash police chase love scene climax soundtrack itchiness.