PoxyMUSIC are two guys who have a sense of humour, a crazy name, a bucket load of skills and are recognised worldwide. So what next? Well it’s time for that difficult first album. Over four years in the making and it was worth the wait. Side stepping the old argument of ‘club bangers or serious songs?’ they’ve produced something both poignant and sublime while at the same time heady, heavy and grimy. This is everything you’ve come to expect, and more than you can ever imagine. Come downs never sounded so painfully beautiful as on the Jamie Lloyd collaboration Better Man, while War Paint is all dark, sweatbox dubstep. This is an album that has as much relevance on a dark rainy London evening, as it does on Playa den Bossa, as it does at Mad Racket.

But like tits and arse and bacon and eggs, producers and DJs are the two sides to the same poxyMUSIC coin. Do you need to know how good they are? What would you like to hear? It’s like an aural assault on your ears? The way they play tunes makes them sound like you’ve never heard them before? When they play it’s like a choir of angels singing in the club? You are reading an artist’s bio for Christ’s sake! What we will say is that they’ve been playing in Australia for years; both of them have been producing for nearly as long, and Ken runs a record label and also promotes one of the longest running most successful underground house nights in Sydney.

We don’t think we really need to spell it out to you, the proof, as they say, is in the pudding. If you are still unsure however, when they are playing people dance not cry, and the dance-floor doesn’t all go the bathroom when there’s a break in the tune.