Ba­by, ba­by, ba­by I don't know jus why I love you so. Well love would be quant af­ter 9 months of preg­nan­cy. Yes PNAU has giv­en birth. 12 ba­bies forged from beat and bass. PNAU has pushed them out in­to the world like the delin­quent par­ents club icons Pe­ter and Nick re­main. These el­e­men­tal crea­tures are ready to get fucked up. Un­con­trol­lable to shoot they had to be severe­ly drugged. Both child and an­i­mal wel­fare are al­ready knock­ing on PNAU's door. A sim­ple con­cept of in­cor­po­rat­ing the icon­ic chil­dren of the boys in a video turned in­to a night­mare. The crea­tures de­stroyed ev­ery­thing. Luck­i­ly they hid in fear when the ghosts ar­rived. PNAU has al­ways had an as­so­ci­a­tion with the nether­world. The boys sold their souls many years ago to an evil record com­pa­ny. So the tor­ment­ed souls of a gang of 70's dis­co djs were more than hap­py to join the show. To­geth­er the lit­tle crea­tures and the ghosts man­aged to wack out a per­for­mance. To keep the peace Pe­ter and Nick re­gailed us all with their ver­sion of 'Om­pa', a rit­u­al chant from Ar­me­ni­an tribes­men. Un­for­tu­nate­ly send­ing most of the crew in­sane. Most have now sprout­ed hair all over their faces and can be seen walk­ing the streets in a daze, rant­ing while they drink co­pi­ous amounts of cof­fee.