Other than 17 year old sticker artists and people who slurp ‘Go-gurt’ out of used enema bags, is there anyone as perennially cool as a DJ? These guys have somehow managed to monetise a job that used to be done for free by drunken uncles at weddings, turning an artform that started as a unique mode of expression for African-Americans in the urban jungle into a tool for meeting barely legals at schoolies and embarking on wild ‘finerbangathons’ that us non-DJs can only dream about.