Rotter's seemed to die a death midway through 2005, when Weatherall and co. appeared to solely concentrate on their (equally hit-and-miss) Firewire label, and especially spikey-punky-shouty newcomers Battant.

To be truthful, RGC never really left the runway, and with opening salvos like Klart's dumb n' bass booty bouncing silliness, or Aramchek's dull as ditchwater follow-up, you have to think that Weatherall & Tenniswood should have found some new blood, instead of building up a back catalogue of different monikers and unfunny injokes (with Satamile favourites Decal the only non-Swordsmen related signings actually making an impact on the discography).

Granted, when RGC works, it really works. Tenniswood's own Uranium EP fizzes and buzzes with cartoon electricity, while the Machine Funk Specialists is essentially a 2 Lone Swordsmen LP, and a hip-shakingly good one at that. Remote takes the action into synthpop terrority - imagine Joy Division if Curtis hadn't, er, left the band early. Dark atmospheric alleyways with only an 808 for company.

Weatherall is, by his own admission, a "classic under-achiever" - lets hope his next project will really set dancefloors alight. Once he gets round to it of course.