Take the trail out of Perth via Leederville and keep on driving, and you might just stumble across an old horse shed –one where weirdness roams free. Across the bridge from said shed, house parties rage until the early hours and beyond, while around the corner there’s a sky-high pile of trash that acts as a makeshift home for the local rat population. It’s here, amongst jam sessions that would last six-hours plus, that the wacky, sprawling sound of Psychedelic Porn Crumpets was born. Psychedelic Porn Crumpets’ night-long jam sessions and unconventional abodes are just the tip of their iceberg of happy accidents.

Jack and pals needed something visceral. “We took the harder approach – big riffs,” he says with an audible grin, “When you’re on a site for six days a week, it’s nice to get back in the evening and go ‘RAAAAARGH’ into a mic.” That primal, intuitive style followed them through to their live shows, which would see the band writing a song one evening and playing it in the local pubs the following night, inciting mosh-pits and wig-outs with barely a pause for breath.

That unforgettable name is yet another example of their go-it-alone approach -“I wanted something memorable like marmite –you either love it or you hate it,” laughs Jack. One thing’s for sure -the Psychedelic Porn Crumpets’ tale is already one for the ages.