No-one knows where he came from. All that is known is this........... It was a misty night, and the four other Freds were vulnerable and alone, without anyone to fill up the bottom end of their sound. Playing their unique brand of exciting music at such high trebley frequencies almost killed them, but then out of the fog walked a mysterious man with a funny name: Jamin.

It was obvious that this fellow was interested in walks on the beach, movies and meeting new people. With this arsenal of interests, he charmed his way into the band. As the bass player, he was asked if he would mind being the quiet one.........he said nothing.

Growing up on the mean streets of Limerick, Jamin had a penchant for killing folk soon as looking at them, this was a problem. Fred had long being advocates of not killing folk soon as looking at them. They met halfway, and now they all kill folk, but afford them a good looking at first. With this conundrum ironed out, the five quickly became a tight unit - a collective consciousness of sorts - with Jamin assuming the cerebral cortex role, responsible for memory and image processing.

A stylish man, able to break hearts with the flash of a smile and a wristband, Jamin looks forward to the challenges ahead with a rare combination of enthusiasm, silence and potty mouthed remarks.