Sadly, famous local synthesised noise wrangler and noted sex offender Warren Myles has departed the lush and homo-erotic ranks of FOTH for a better life. Please be advised that the split is entirely amicable and to do with work constraints, not the high-profile Baby-Oilgate some sections of the media have made it out to be. On a slightly serious note, the bendy little fellow will be missed like a favourite uncle, albeit an uncle your parents forbid you to see ever since he had to 'go on holiday' for eight years at her majesty's pleasure. The good times and enormous noises created are too numerous to list - most of which can be summed up with the phrase 'racism im pac-land' and the image of six healthy young men drinking juice out of a bicycle chassis.

Warren will be continuing to make horribly wonderful music with heart yeah for probably the rest of his natural life, so you can still get your Myles fix, although with less idiots flailing away in the background. Goodnight, sweet prince, and god bless your kicky legs - there really is no-one so profoundly, delightfully odd and lovely in christendom. At the bottom of london road indeed.