A family band. 3 burnt out brothers, an undervalued sister, a cornucopia of addictions, oversized ego's, murderous resentments, delusions of grandeur, washed out morals and rapidly fading success. Adrift in the storm of unrealized ambition, unfounded dreams and toxic un-accomplishment. One day left at the best studio in London, the champagne pops as they excitedly await the call from the label. Creamore knows they have smashed it this time... they have pulled it together at the very fucking final moment. Soon they'll be back on top again after 9 straight years without a single hit. The phone rings. They smile knowingly at each other.
—Thomas Beatty