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Well, it's heavy heart time. Eclectic electronicalists and awkward bugger foursome Cody (that's us) have decided to hang up their jack plugs and cease their operations. When it became rather obvious that recording for our third album had slowed to the pace of an arthritic sloth (for reasons too numerous and too tedious to go into), it was clear that those tough choices had to be made. It's not easy to hold those band love-ins when you don't all live in the same country anymore. And hey, we'll save those songs for the box set!

Our thanks, a pint, and a pat on the back go out to all who've supported and helped us, and especially to you who've sought out our releases and kept us going over the past few years. But the past is a foreign country, and we're riding off into different sunsets: John is continuing to mine his EEC songwriting mountain, Joe is learning jazz guitar and playing at blues festivals (I'm not making this up, you know), Steve is about to release his debut album of electro landscape gardening as Cathode, while Chris (hi folks) is concentrating on the written word for now. The Cody website will continue as our fizzy cybernetic memorial for a while yet, so if we have any news or final gnomic utterances, you'll find them here.

We've been hyped to high heaven and laughed at like a drain, compared to Gary Numan and Rolf Harris, been lauded by girl bands and almost ended up in a TV commercial. It's been the proverbial long, strange trip, and if we ever meet the person who wrote "I would rather be fucked by a goat than listen to Cody again" on one of our flyers, we may well thank him for giving us such a laugh. It was fun, then it wasn't fun, so it stopped.

Thank you friends, and aloha.

Joe, Steve, John and Chris