We started DJing in a brick warehouse called The Soundhaus. The guys toilet was a portaloo next door, the roof hung low with ex military parachutes, the sound system was formidable. Every weekend was an extensive party ending in a disused industrial unit under the railway bridge. Who are we? We are the underground, roaming an abandoned city at dawn, mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved. Turning up at parties as commuters head to work or as Saturday shoppers fill their addiction for shit they don’t need, we are the anti, living our own project mayhem.

Arriving at a packed tenement flat in the early hours, stark techno gradually morphs as faces gouge. Someone flips on The Orb’s ‘Back To Mine’ and Schneider TM’s cover of The Smiths plays out as conversations skip like a record. This was the inspiration. We wanted to create music that was beautifully electronic, intricately melodic, controlling moods and crafting emotions.

Nothing lasts forever, and nothing ever should. The best moments are fleeting. You begin to notice the clapped out hippy in the corner, eye twitching, foot tapping out of time. Only the techno crustys and those too wrecked to call a taxi remain. Priorities shifted, we went our separate ways. Changed focus, travelled a little.

Chris headed to New Zealand, as far away as you can get from the UK. The world is a smaller place than it used to be, and we began shuttling tracks and ideas back and forth. We did remixes for German Techno label Traum and others. Some of our own tracks were picked up by Voco Records who began releasing them. We got great feedback from the International DJ scene, guys like Sasha, Laurent Garnier and Slam. We got a call from Dave Seaman’s team; they wanted to license a couple of our tracks for his Renaissance Masters compilation.

Inspired and on opposite sides of the globe, we set about making an album; slowly realising finishing it would mean work together in the same room, hammering out the details. Sean headed for NZ via India and South East Asia. In transit we met collaborators; nomadic songstress Verity Pabla and New York institution Lach, both on their own global journeys. Working together in a darkened basement, we emerged blinking in the sunlight having turned our sorry songs into Harlots & Fire-Eaters. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.