Celeste Potter never belonged in rural South Australia. It was most likely a combination of being the only Asian kid in town, the coke bottle eyeglasses and lack of netball skills. Whatever the reason, she soon blew that Popsicle stand and moved to Melbourne to go to art school. There she found herself immediately thrown together with fellow country misfits Ben Wundersitz and Steve Huf. With no money and no friends, all they had was a shared rock and roll obsession and three appetites for destruction. The exiles spent many months locked up in their little lounge room drinking whisky alone together, swinging their guitars around their heads, breaking things and making pancakes. Around this time the ferocious collective now known as Ouch My Face was born. They have since traded their dark confines for a touring van and a pandemonic reputation, inflicting hearing loss upon themselves and others across Australia and New Zealand Via: their art-punk slabs of rage. This May Ouch My Face release their debut self titled EP through Valve records.