moon patrol has its origins in jeremy's love of exotic meats. after having finally tried the entirety of the mammal class (including a delicate paté of the liver of the very last nepalese jumping tiger) he moved on to aquatic species. it was while diving off the coast of bangladesh for the highly venomous mung eel which he intended for a hearty, if somewhat toxic, chowder that he encountered the ziggurat. after nearly an hour of exploration, he found not only the door but also managed to open it by pressing the proper sequence of stones when his oxygen ran out. his subsequent rise to the surface resulted in a severe case of the bends, for which he was to spend the next three months in a special pressurized room. while enduring this treatment, he began having the dreams; dreams of a loathsome leviathan lying beneath the waves which he had foolishly awakened. an unearthly horror which summoned him night after night to its baleful court whirling with the unwholesome music of toad-like pipers who forced him to country line dance. naturally, by the time he emerged from the room, he was quite insane. aware of the horror he has unleashed upon the world jeremy sought to make amends by performing great works for humanity. then he decided to blow that off and start a band instead.