On the dark side of the merry-go-round, Duppy is in control. We embody the essence of Duppy but we are not Duppy.
Duppy is the magma of your soul, its malevolent alter ego. You don’t think it lurks in you, but it’s there. In life your heart and brain hold balance. At death the spirit escapes from an obsolete shell and Duppy is free to wreak havoc.
The sound of Duppy is like the sonar of dolphins' giggles bouncing off the bodies of helpless drowning sailors. Layers of sparkling neon melody, bright lyrical chemistry, and buzz saw basslines driven by the rhythm of a thousand industrial cities.
Born of Dali’s morning musical musings sung to his loofah, textural melodies and woven rhythms fuse using components of Midnight Juggernauts, The Whip, The Knife, Bjork, Duran Duran, Dizzee Rascal, Japan and Human League. This is the sound of PacMan freaking the night away in a backstreet beatbar - the dark side of synthetic music past, present and future, bound and whipped with Willy Wonka’s candy cane. The chilli lollipop of musical confectionery. We offer you lopsided pop.

We are Darran, Olee and Sam, a musically matched sparring three piece. Sometimes Darran sings, sometimes Olee sings. He plays bass/synth, she plays synth/synth, and Sam’s on drums. United through musical ambition and sonic refinement, we began work in 2008 and with an on-going collaboration with electronic musical equipment we are now a solid 3 piece plus pillar, offering three-and-a-half-minute glimpses of glassy pleasure on our terms, from our collective crania- all live, loud, uninhibited and animated.