Dave's latest band is "The FINKS" Graeme reports:- Line up is Hammond/Clav - Bass - Drums - Guitar and Decks/samples - after several great gigs - The Finks will be recording in March.

A review of the Doncaster gig 13th July 2000 from Eerie Powers reads :-

It's all so clear to me now. Doncaster's been so dour in the last few months. The skies have been so grey. The people seemed so subdued. And all the time we've been unknowingly suffering from a subtly crippling shortage of the funk.

Feeling listless and rundown? Can't remember the last time you 'got-down' with any conviction? You could take two James Brown records for effective short-term relief, but what you really need is a prolonged live dose of The Finks (as available without prescription in the Salutation recently).

Although the name The Finks may not mean anything to you - yet, the people involved - Keith Angel, DJ Kung Fu, Dave Formula, Paul Gibbard and Andy Seward - are as close to a guarantee of quality as you're gonna get.

Not that this is some ghastly super-group whose sole purpose for existing is to stoke each other's egos. No, The Finks are here in the service of the funk, servants of the groove and slaves to the beat.

In a set split between acid jazz standards and Finks tunes everyone gets to strut their funky stuff, but they're most deliriously engaging when all the elements fit together like cogs in a soul machine. Samples, scratches, breakbeats, Hammond organ, guitar, bass and drums (and bongos) mesh seamlessly to create a fab jacuzzi of funky noise.

Never taking the easy route of letting Dave Formula (formerly of post-punk uber-men Magazine) dominate the band with his bravura, wildly inventive Hammond organ riffage (in a Money Mark kinda way), The Finks achieve a smooth symbiosis of sound.

The bass heavy electric boogaloo of Tippie Toes has DJ Kung Fu employing vinyl scratches in place of a vocal, while the simmering Soul Adjustment flip flops between squeaky organ and squally guitar for deliciously cinematic results.

Midway they shake it up some more with a guest saxophonist, whose mellow sound adds another blissfully creamy layer to the funk trifle they've already cooked up.

For an original Finks composition try the brittle break-beats and live bongo frenzy of finale Mad House, with its fits of dramatic guitar and blustery Hammond organ slotting neatly into a pulsing funkadelic airframe to deeply soul-nourishing effect.

At their best, The Finks are as refreshing and stimulating as slipping on an orange silk suit fresh from the freezer-box on the hottest day of the year after crouching for an hour in a steamy bathroom.

Positively charged good vibrationalism with tons of heart, The Finks are one big fat funky treat.