the woman with the flawless home made monacle denies the existence of the smooth metal manacles binding her wrists and anchoring her ankles to one of the seven identical tentacles of an enormous barnacle encrusted monstrously strong nine brained…

the woman with the flawless home made monacle denies the existence of the smooth metal manacles binding her wrists and anchoring her ankles to one of the seven identical tentacles of an enormous barnacle encrusted monstrously strong nine brained…

the woman with the flawless home made monacle denies the existence of the smooth metal manacles binding her wrists and anchoring her ankles to one of the seven identical tentacles of an enormous barnacle encrusted monstrously strong nine brained…

the woman with the flawless home made monacle denies the existence of the smooth metal manacles binding her wrists and anchoring her ankles to one of the seven identical tentacles of an enormous barnacle encrusted monstrously strong nine brained…

the woman with the flawless home made monacle denies the existence of the smooth metal manacles binding her wrists and anchoring her ankles to one of the seven identical tentacles of an enormous barnacle encrusted monstrously strong nine brained…

Nothing better than the beach at midnight after a busy city day.Field recordings of St Kilda Beach in innner city Melbourne, bath recordings,bicarb and vinegar, people,kids playing on beach, seagulls, synthetic watery synths, metasynth resynthesis…

The tragedy of love turning to hate

Holed up in my shed at work last winter looking out the window and writing down anything i could see!

A view on ghosts. Used my tenor recorder, guitars, and bass. Bizarre how once song writing starts, it seems to write itself. Hope you like.

Train of destiny comes when you do not expect it.