THE CREATION OF ENDS
Ends as in West End Girls? The opening chord is an echo of PSB but soon we’re again in cold black ocean territory, this time with a pulsing semi-motorik beat, broken clicks and strikes, doom voices
…and a piano. I feel we’re back on land now, towing our boat over grassy hillocks through the mist to the next loch. Oh shit, there’s dragons here as well. They don’t want us here. Crikey, there’s thousands of them. They’ve retreated here to protect themselves from us. They’ve surrounded us with fire. We’re trapped. We brought this upon ourselves.