Huge, domineering basses, hissing synth lines, and densely-woven percussion sections are all pillars this crooked house is built on. A strange chorus of charming and oddball characters flutter in and out of focus weaving a tapestry of harmonies that blankets every tune. With a pinch of computer wizardry and a bloated head full of ideas, Martin pollutes the air we all breathe with the sweet miasma of music.