On 7th June 2019 we had our first child, a wonderful tiny girl. She's always been our silly baby. She wears silly pants, silly socks, and does silly things. I had no idea what life would look like with a baby, or what it would feel like. You add this unimaginable experience to your life - for me the hardest, most tiring and most incredible experience to date - your world becomes about this tiny warm feral bundle but you have to try also to retain some semblance of yourself.

For me, music was an anchor, one of the earliest things I could share with her. And, for her, sound was the only way of communicating her basic needs. I started 'field recording' her with the idea that I would create music with her voice - beautiful music celebrating the magic of a baby.

But. babies don't make beautiful sounds. They cry. They graduate to blowing raspberries. Their early experimentation with their voices is atonal at best. Shrieks of happiness are still, at their core, shrieks. And parenthood isn't always beautiful either. It is the strongest version of emotions and feelings. It's a ferocity of love which is frightening, months of waking hallucinations of accidentally falling asleep with her in bed, exhaustion, confusion, crying (all parties), and a lot of bouncing her to sleep to the soothing tones of black metal!

So this is my tribute to our silly baby and the weird world of parenthood: bouncy electronica, drones made of cries, early words, mangled raspberries, and the silliest, tiniest high-energy club banger I'll ever make.