Named for the poison gleaned from deadly nightshade flowers and born at the turn of a millennium in the derelict splendour of red-light Liverpool, My Atropine are a band obsessed by our futile struggle with the human condition. Will it really matter what the future brings? Another war perhaps, or yet more corruption uncovered in the scandalous lives of those charged with our care: doctors, politicians, policemen… Stands of glossip magazines designed to make us despise ourselves. Humankind will be too engrossed in its own trivial concerns to really care. Humans are selfish and vicious. Jealous and arrogant. Just imagine our terror that someone might actually find out what we did. What we said. Why we left. Why is he looking at me…?

My Atropine are Peter Fox (frayed velvet vocals and heartbeat guitar) and Dale Moore (pulsating retro production and trashy analogue synths). Moody misanthropists loitering by the looming eye-sores and boarded churches scrawled with graffiti, on the cobbles gleaming in the light of relentless internet cafes, reluctantly watching the organic world overtaken by the wonder of modern technology. Influenced by the current back-street club scene, folk rock and the dark underbelly of seminal electronic pop – Bowie, Depeche Mode, Duran, Eurythmics – My Atropine songs are about paranoia and uncertainty in the modern world. The moment of indecision before you say something cruel. The spiteful truth under the brave face. Loneliness and its familiar, apathy and its addiction. Hold yourself in contempt, and there’s no one to confide in. What can you do…?