Live-Bearer Selfheal

It all seems so long ago-I remember at our first rehearsal, hearing the screams of pterodactyls fighting over nesting sites, and being able to walk home by the light of a comet.

 

I was hitting and scraping objects, Karen was blowing down hollow tubes and between us we cleared a plague of toads in the Elham Valley. 

 

Much water under the bridge since those heady days (pterodactyls gone - a few toads left)

 

With the woad industry in decline (we entertained the dyers) it seemed the only option was to write and play weird melodies, tied to atavistic harmonies, played on bizarre combinations of instruments/objects.

 

How could we go wrong? 

 

We bask in the glory of being more obscure than metaplasm and rejoice in the huge following of winged insects that turn up at our noisy gigs.

 

We look forward to sharing our music with you and apologise in advance for any bites or stings!

 

Jeremy Mount/ 

Karen Young