- Hello all... how is it going?
Good, we're just chillin' like Bob Dylan.

- So tell us how the collective came about? What brought you all together, and what is this collective approach is all about?
Back in the day at the state break dancing finals, Mike met Joe while they was both representin' with catapilla's, the worm and mad robot styles. Joe was killin' it with his orange jump suit, Mike was decked in gold chains n' fronts. Now Matt came in when he met Joe on the cell block lock down, both were in on some lower cases. They had to overcome the past and pain to kick the truth to the design youth. The what?! We see it as follows: 54 typefaces divided by 3 individuals equals 18 squared. Multiplied by 3 years equals 54 deadly chambers. It's like some 3 musketeers dank, 3 separate entities are not necessarily strong, but when they unite, you have some serious voltron action, yo. We formed out a sick click and went all out. It's deep!!

- How did the three of you develop this collective relationship?
Let me explain our theory on chickens. You see, they are like what powers our crew. At least three times a week we happen to a different joint and hook up the fried, rotisseried, baked, grilled other other white meat. After the heads are digested in the lower intestines, we get this electromagnetic energy that drives us to make crazy juice. That is the real.

- Where is the TPC headquartered and is this area inspiring to design?
On that one slum island there is a cave where all of the secret styles are formed. This is where the TPC throws down. This is the most inspiring place in the world because we got the mob. We got the Tokyo mob, The San Fran mob, The London mob, The French mob, The Chicken Head mob, The Crib mob, you know, keepin' it real on the www. Like www.comengetsomeseriousbeatdown.com. We see things out of the two holes in our heads, but we can see in 3D parallel fly vision. We bounce on the bitmap mob son. High stakes, no doubt or question. Times are rough.

- We're curious to know, what is the fascination of designing typefaces?
We front, all kinds a letters. Mad gold sparkling D's and K's, ssssss. We collect type and all types a stuff. Torture. What? We shadowbox and get the ideas. We then spill them ideas out our head onto the magic box. Our computers urge the ruckus They hype letters, like Egyptian styles. Hardcore and all that. I guess it makes sense, we reprezent your knot. We see all these letters all the time. Day or night, in outer space.

- How do you divide your time with traditional design methodology over typeface design?
The two are one, and one is two- to infinity. "you know what i'm saying!" yeah, you know. "you know what i'm saying?" word life son. One side of the yin there is the design meth and the other there is the face. Like kickin' it with Bayer and GZRAD. The half face, first line one time. The design meth is unbreakable and the face sees the style. When infinity is one and forever on the real, it's deep like a navy seal.

- We recall all the TPC members began part of the Chank Army awhile ago. How did this play a part in the formation of the collective?
We're seein' robots, mechanical legs and fingers in our body. Mike has the Praying Mantis style, he just steps back and see his enemy crushed like elephants stomp. Shine like 0-9. He has the armor and full metal jacket. Matt has the Tiger style. He doesn't care how many styles you have, he will cut you down like a baby. Better be strapped down in a Pampers*. Joe's in the back with the Killa' teeth style. We call him the dentist. He puts on the lead tech-vest and goes loco with the toolz. Giving you more and more like-Ding!! Chank opened us like a six pack, sssss, we're going to war. PLO style on the body bags. We went AWOL and slammed the hype verse on your dome piece I repeat. We went AWOL drivin' and slicin' on the superhighway.

- What inspires your creativity?
Everything! fast women, fast and low cars, money (as in gettin' mad C.R.E.A.M.), music, art, architecture, literature, knitting, drafting, mathematics, science, nature, C.O.P.S., cats, dogs, killa' teeth, old school cliques, internet, clothes, books, swords, technology, food, beats and clicks, crazy people, ciphers, and mostly trash. We are tryptech. Peace to the Zulu nation! Yeah-e-yeah!!