It starts with pink and green lazers criss-crossing the sky, billowing clouds of dry ice, and a spotlight picking out two hooded, beshaded figures. Above the EnormoStadium stage, a house-sized Commodore 64 scrolls out the words: "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today, to give you DATAROCK."

"‘The Blog" is a nice opening," Fredrik Saroea, frontman of Norwegian dance-rockers Datarock is telling me. "Because it's almost apocalyptic, there's something grandiose about the sound."

Amidst a sensory overload of canned applause, nattering samples from nu-media godheads Bill Gates, Steve Jobs and World Wide Web inventor Tim Berners-Lee, and floating on elegiac Sign O' The Times-synths, Datarock announce their arrival in the Information Age in spine-tingling, anthemic form.

"We know this blog is long-awaited!" Fredrik bellows at a virtual stadium of cheering Datarock fans, "Just couldn't be done on C64s!" It's an attempt by technology-fetishists Datarock to romanticise the early utopian promise of the Internet, before it became something that people just took for granted and got annoyed by. It's total retrofuturism. It is the opening statement of a time-travelling album that ramrai... More Biography