One night in a bar in Melbourne I found Dougy, born of Indonesian decent and bearing the trans-atlantic accent of a kid who grew up all over he world, but this isnt some fairytale connection story. He was looking to start a band and thought I looked like a muso. But I wasnt interested in joining another band, so I palmed him off to a friend and thought I was done with it. But you cant fight fate, and I kept running into Dougy around the city, he continued to ask me "Hey, do you want to start a band?". I guess I ran out of excuses and eventually found myself behind a borrowed set of drums, listening wide eyed, mesmorised by the sound coming from Dougy's stereo, the sound of Dougy's voice blowing like the QE2 on full steam heading into port. I was struck immediately by the power hidden in those songs and knew that I had to be a part of it.