Edinburgh, late 2006. One says to the other "I’ve got some songs". The other says "I can play the drums".

Each had come to the conclusion that daubing paint and scribbling on magazines was a bit old hat, and it was maybe time for something new. They find a third one in a room lined with analogue synthesisers and vintage tracksuits. A few dice are rolled, some choices made, and before long they’ve set off into the world together.

An attempt to combine intelligent, passionate lyrics with primitive, rhythmic music, Black International conjure a vision of Radiohead driving through Seattle in 1991, on their way to a Fall gig, listening to Joy Division on the car stereo.

A bit of noise here, some bleeding fingers there, a trail of muddy footprints behind them and Black International are on their way.