"Some people say that a record or a film changed their life. In my case, it was this book, back in 1990. My hardback copy has a Biro inscription in it: “To Nick love Richey, James and Sean, 28th September 1990”. We’d all read a review in the NME and knew immediately that it was exactly the kind of thing we’d been searching for. Something to link music, art, culture and protest; an alternative history that segued those seemingly disparate elements into one text. It persuaded us that we could attempt to create art that just might deeply resonate with people in the way that the book had resonated with us. Without resorting to cliche, Lipstick Traces is the band's Holy Bible; our cultural equivalent of the Good Book"

"This was a huge album amongst me and my friends. It was kind of the soundtrack to ten years of my life. From high school, through uni and then right out of uni was all soundtracked by that record really. It was the Bible in terms of hip-hop. It was one of the first introductions to hip-hop of mainstream appeal. It was so full of bangers. It's overly long and the production… well, it's Dre, isn't it? Anything from it is so ingrained in my generation. I'm always happy to hear this album which I think is the true sign of a good album. Although I wouldn't be so pleased to hear Kid A, because it doesn't have that same mood. 2001 has that 'all moods covered' thing going on."