Owmal

Aother in the mini-series 'Old Wood Masquerading As Landscape'. It's not a cavern or a valley or a ridge or a scree or owt like that. It's an old fence just round the corner from where I live. Magic destroyed, I've let you see the man behind the curtain. But that's fine, I like to share.

More of that killer Sandwell District CD on the go today and, after yesterday's dismissal of Bloc Party's later output, today I remembered that I loved the first album from this artist but the follow-up really was duller than a really dull thing on a really dull day. Soz Natasha.