Lock up your daughters, button down the hatches and deadbolt the doors... Try as you might though, there is no escaping the sultry, slicked out sounds that will find any nook, crevice and cranny to persuade you out like a bee to the hive... These two dastardly Deft and right royal wretches traverse the sounds of melodic, deep, dark and stripped back technoidhouse.
Hailing from the Southern tip of Africa and residing in London for the last 8 years, they have peddled their musical wares all over the capital keeping righteous company along the way with class artists and DJ's from the vaults of The End, the basement of The Egg, the grand Ministry of Sound, the institution that was Turnmills, to the almighty main stage of KOKO and everywhere in-between...
