Hi, it's Tania here, and because Peter's too lazy to write his own bio, I’ve been lumped with the job. Typical! Working me like a slave and, no doubt, going to criticise the end result. Pft…

So, Peter Grigoriadis, (aka MuscularTeeth, whom I lovingly refer to as PG), is a multi-talented creative genius who works across both sound and imagery platforms. He has a unique approach to music production, treating all sound as a potential instrument, and will pull apart, torture, and squeeze the living guts out of any sound he finds lying around the place…including my own precious and extremely well-crafted masterpieces. Anything I give him he will disassemble, put through a rack, spin-dry on high, and saw into tiny pieces before putting them through his blender of extraordinary mayhem, and spit out a piece of music which leaves me just a tad proud of his little scrawny self, bless his little grungy socks! (insert hair-scruffle here)

PG is an intelligent fellow, who thankfully looks good in a suit, reads more books every month than I own, draws funny and thought-provoking illustrations, and makes me feel right at home in kicking his shins. His talents go beyond what he is too modest to talk about, and he is just so lucky to have me around to sing his praises and get him out into the real world.

Whilst I love to wear his groovily designed t-shirts, and hang his fabulous artworks on my wall, it’s his unique friendship and comradeship in music which warms the cockles of my heart. He can send me music which is not only great to listen to, but draws out in me lyrics and melodies effortlessly, making the process of writing songs seem almost like they write themselves. His ear for sound and his knack for using the unusual makes for a aural smorgasbord of deliciousness, which at this moment makes me feel a little peckish.

So yes, Peter is a talented so-and-so, and someone whom I am very proud to work with. My only real criticism is that he lives far too far away from me, and I can’t go around to his house easily, which sometimes causes me to consider whether he is actually real at all, or just an endless stream of zero’s and ones...

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