We wanted to write a song about the beauty and poetry of the English language, and how words often undergo subtle shifts in meaning from place to place. Sadly we couldn’t be arsed and wrote this song instead.

Musically nailing your colours to the mast of a given subject can be tricky – especially when all you really want to do is nail Nigel Farage’s genitals to a passing Eurostar – but, the fact is, we’re still angry. Really quite a bit.

It has often been said that French is the language of love … not being experts we couldn’t possibly comment, but there is one thing we do know for certain; the language of love songs is clearly psychopathy.

It’s February 14th again, and you know what that means? That’s right! All over the world people are consumed with love … and ideologically-driven murderous bigotry masquerading as love. Happy Valentine’s Day!

They say the best way to preserve an artist’s creative integrity and drive is to keep them hungry, but there’s actually a far more important reason why we shouldn’t ever be allowed to come into any money.