Took a sample of a cd skipping (artist was Skip James, irony) and messed with it in Filtatron app,added some awful funk accompaniment that sounds like a soundtrack for a bad porn movie, hence the title.

It's a small song about a blurred childhood memory of a night in the woods when a wild boar made us run home in panic. The monster came through the ground Across the glade we ran There was a sense we felt again - never felt again.

Depressed and absent.

Like a straight line that lies into a mirror.

Some reflections after recording this song: 1. Mic positioning for a live take can drive you crazy 2. The lowest note I can comfortably sing is an A 3. A tortured soul can somehow write an amazing love song 4. I still have much to learn

We held a charity Gig at St Mary’s Church in December 2011. Here is a Recording of the night entitled “Wrens Friends presents – Cloud Horses”. Featuring: Sam Silverlock and Catherine Goldstein OsCKilO Simon Williams The Yes-mess Wyen Solo Here…

That's it. Lack.

Full of mistakes, as always!

Se olet sinä, taloni.