Mark Mace Smith was born to Ackee and Saltfish in Battersea in 1973. Schooled on fish & chips, spam and roly-poly until 1995, he moved north to parched peas, barm cakes and butter pies to study philosophy and politics. In 2008, unable to stomach journalism (or Preston) Mark graduated to masticating Manchester Puddings, gobbling Eccles Cakes and quaffing Vimto in the salubriously appetising suburb of Whalley D’Range. Mark cooks up poetry to a family recipe of dub reggae, hip-hop and classical music blended with slave songs, dystopian realities and existential anarchy. Politically simmering. Spiritually bubbling. Best served hot and FRESH!