The year is 2005, living again with his parents Fraser Austin aka Frase stops writing sad-dude guitar songs and starts writing upbeat sad-dude synth songs. Not being able to buy a synth he started using a commodore 64 he brought from a garage sale. The result was a primitive riff driven twee-pop. He was soon playing shows armed with floppy discs full of drum patterns and a nervous stage act that involved smoking consoles and bleeding heart observational confessions. Saturated in work place longing, dole smoked crushes, awkward life lessons put to a loud and temperamental beat.
Shrugging off obvious 80s new-wave nostalgia with the realism of being self-recorded and DIY in way that sounded more indie-rock than pop.