Keep calling vultures, and we conspire to drag dead corpses up hills. Or we could be alien observers, in worlds that aren't ours. A mix of two halves: one built on rustling music communications; the other poignancy fractures at the blend. All tracks were chosen by title, and soundtrack a personal survey. Is collated mood too obtuse, in comparison to what runs oblique? I am currently looking to collaborate with a broad range of artists I admire, for a forthcoming 2CD volume dedicated to Oxford's Warneford Hospital Crisis Day services. If you are interested in featuring on either disc, contact me directly at
[email protected]. - Foci's Left
