The formative years of my music taste happened before I was ten. My dad lived a few hours away, and in the car drives he would play me early punk and new-wave artists. From about this time I was absolutely certain that, in whatever capacity, I was going to be a musician. At the age of 9 I formed an imaginary band with my classmates. Nobody could play an instrument but the fantasy tided me over until I picked up a pair of drumsticks in early secondary school. Later, I bought my first guitar, and tried to bring the same percussive elements of drums to this instrument. I tried to write songs, but having no knowledge of melody, I stuck to lyrics for a few years. At 18 I moved to Brighton, where I started taking the guitar more seriously, and began composing what has become the basis for my album.
The Fall, The Beatles, Spiritualized.