In the psychic wastelands of the 21st century, one particular sonic force looms large. Transcendental like the malignant force that fuels the zombie movies of lore, Part Chimp have made it their business to shake speaker-stacks, fry brains and induce jouissance and tinnitus alike across the UK. Yet whilst their legendary status as primal paragons of the riff has been largely a fixture of the vinyl-stacks and battered amps of the underground, Drool – their fifth and perhaps finest transmission thus far – has other ideas.

“I think our joy at playing our tunes comes through the panic and chaos“ he adds. “We have always been on the verge of a sonic calamity. Mostly due to my decrepit equipment, never writing set lists, drunkenness and under-rehearsing. People are used to some degree of professionalism when they see a band. There’s a lot of ‘confidence’ in music these days which can leave me cold. We have always represented the shambolic element of performance. I love it when peoples gear fucks up, strings break, amps fritzing. It brings out the abandon in a performance”