Yeah, the name's not clever. TO.B. Short for Tobi or Tobias - depends how well you know me… or how pissed off I am.

I make electronic music. Not the nice kind. Not the stuff you put on to chill or impress someone on a first date. This is the sort that gets the neighbours banging on the wall - or calling the police. A proper nod to The Prodigy, Massive Attack and all that loud, messy, beautiful chaos that made me want to start smashing buttons in the first place.

It's gonna be overconfident, overproduced, over the top and fucking loud. Most of the time, anyway. The promo single? Yeah, that one's a bit different. No explosions. No fake bravado. Just… there. Take it or leave it. But you should listen. Everything else?

Pure energy. Stupid amounts of it. The kind that makes you feel like you could headbutt a brick wall and win.

Between your headphones and a proper headache.

Crank it up. Or don't. Your loss.