Side 2 of my virtual record. It's a long, mostly instrumental suite (a 'Lounge Suite' - I know that's corny but I just cant resist:) The different sections run as follows: Opposite Attractions Sloppy Jo Too Many Martinis Prefix/Suffix A Cup of…

this is based on the soundtrack of a film called september clues very interesting dunno if its true but fun all the same for conspiracy nuts....

Easily my favourite track on the album. This was a real forced number at the start of it's life; I was well behind my song quota (5 finished on the 23rd... time to worry) and I needed to knock something out at least. Something clicked about an…

This is the end of the journey. It's time to maybe think and reflect about some of the things we heard and then forget we ever heard them.

The scene setter. This was the first track on the album and I've still got mixed feelings about it. Audibly, I like it. Cohesively, it doesn't REALLY fit in... My girlfriend told me "like it needs to represent the rest of the album. It grabs your…

I would make the 70's sound more like this.

One of my darker tracks. This tracks epitomises how RPM felt for me; A progressive struggle where I just got my head down and got stuck in with the thing. In a phrase, this track says to me "Just fucking get on with it."

I'd be lying if I said this entire track wasn't sparked by the opening audio clip. It really made me think about the ways some people create their own enjoyment. Cool.

A bit less percussion and a bit more rhythm was the idea for this. I say that, but the track had a fully formed drum track alongside it until right at the last when I discarded it in a fit of creative temperament.

I am concerned with the values of my generation.

Original working title was something like, "And after six years I finally understood why they sing in the streets here, and could go home." It's sort of about anonymity in the modern city. If that sounds pretentious, that's because it is.

Words are from a sestina of the same title by Steve Davenport, who asked us to make music out of it! This was a terribly fun song to record. We did it, of course, while drinking. Thankfully no instruments were harmed.

I'm going to get all pretentious again and say this one is about the concerning strain of what I might call "religious modernist traditionalism" espoused by technological singularity fanatics (Ray Kurzweil) and authors like Neil Stephenson.

I lit a string on fire...

This song was recorded illegally. Please don't rat us out.

through the dead branches, through the dead branches

*Electronic rock with jungle/drum-and-bass influence* I've never really felt that I was ever good enough But even I can be improved if I just stay tough My teeth are metal reinforced My eyes are plastic lens And daemons run inside my head…

*Ambient, downtempo electronic rock* As a baby the car’s engine put me to sleep. My parents drove all night And they raised me by the TV screen Now I wake to static late at night At 30,000 feet above the earth The Rolls-Royce thrusters…

*Electronic rock* I am painting a picture with blood and wire I am writing my story in glass and fire It's almost right It's almost nice Just one more twist and I'll be fixed Perfect, so perfect This pound of flesh Perfect, so perfect…