From that moment, we clicked into a high gear, decided to borrow a four track from his uni, started looping Beastie Boys beats on my CD player.
"[1] In 1995 the duo changed their name to Spod, as an acronym for either Special Projects Organisational Division,[2] Spinning Pizzas of Death,[3] or Scorpion Powers of Destruction.
[5][7] Griffin explained the concept of Radness, "It's the beatz, it's the melodies, it's eternity, it's the diamonds that pour from rainbow drenched cloudz that house armies of unicornz that sing songz of luv and triumph, woe and hizeartbreak, p and tha izarty.
"[7] Jody Macgregor of AllMusic observed that its "mixture of electroclash, rock, and juvenilia found an audience, helped by energetic and anarchic live shows featuring the rest of the enigmatically named band.
"[5] Taste the Radness included input from Spod's backup vocalists, dancers and choreographers, Krylon and A-Blade (collectively, the Scorpionz of Sex),[5] specifically on the track, "2131 Ride Wit Me".
As the year progressed, Spod began to augment his live line-up with members of the metal band, Black Level Embassy.
Dom Alessio of Mess+Noise described how "[he] started picking through the musical remains, discarding some songs, canvassing old and newly-created ones, and set about re-recording his whole album all over again.
"[4] Polaroids of Androids' Jonny attended Superfrenz' album launch where, "[his] music sounds damn fine on record, but it is still in a live setting that it comes alive, strips down to its boxer shorts (or Ruggers) and throws streamers everywhere in a celebration of 'who gives a fuck-ness'.
[11] BMA Magazine's Katy Hall opined, "their unique blend of surf-pop and psychedelic lo-fi marks an important revival, one that not only seems to have gained gigantic momentum in recent times, but also one that clears through the often obscure genre-mixing styles of other bands of the moment.
Back in the early noughties, he thought that happiness was all about aiming champagne corks at innocent bystanders, tossing streamers around and cranking the odd slow-grind.
"[15] She felt the album, "tells the story of rushing headfirst into the autumn of existence as though you were still a spring chicken, only to dislocate your hip and find yourself in an ultra cosy armchair.