Born and raised in the north of England, Morpion makes the most of the inevitable, semi-permanent bad weather by locking himself in a small, dark room with a laptop and a couple of shoddily formed musical ideas, eventually emerging with some kind of coherent tune, or failing that, a big bunch of noise that nobody wants to know about. And more power to them, sensible folks that they are. Under a different guise, Morpion once made experimental noise by smashing charity-shop-bought folk albums to pieces, gluing them back together again and sampling them.

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