It wasn't too long before Liverpool had to start taking The Wombats very seriously indeed. Ditching the sanatorium moods and comedy outfits (although they went through a "stripe period" before settling on their trademark primary colour t-shirt look) they set about playing their infectious punka pop deviance around Liverpool and beyond. Their gigs were laced with a cappella intros, between-song stand-up and Facts Of The Day (did you know that rabbits aren't nocturnal, they're crepuscular? Not until you went to a Wombats gig you didn't). They took every gig they were offered, whichever corner of the country it was in (using Dan's granny's Postman Pat van to get there); if plotted on a map, their travels would look like the crazed scrawlings of a madman.

Next stop for these wild, wibbly Wombat boys is a rampage around a recording studio to record an album Murph hopes will bring them "world domination", and promises will be "fun, with dark undertones thrown in there. There's a few dark undertones in the lyrics, especially the new songs, a bit of self-deprecation going on, it kinda feels dark to me."