The crash & crush of Our Love Will Destroy the World's high-volume catatonic meanderings has always been something for those with a propensity for hysteria to avoid. Intimidating walls of eternal crescendo, sonic event-horizon levitations, multi-tonal throat-wreckage, the blood, the blisters, the burning smell… a silver rocketship of infinite fury, controls jammed, on a collision course for the stillness at the heart of the nearest galactic catastrophe.

Hailing from pretty-much Nowhere, New Zealand, its been nearly 20 years since Campbell Kneale's family sold him to the monks and he began his quest under the name Birchville Cat Motel. Today, a canonised saint of alchemical sound, he casually wields enormous esoteric power… desiccating 'music' into teensy little pieces and clumsily reanimating the unrecognisable bits into massive living creatures, tragically disfigured, with hearts of gold.