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The early ’90s. A kerosene heater, an 8-track, a bottle of Green Ginger Wine.  ‘Shady Island’ – Rick’s shed turned studio – five days a week, like a job, but  real. Improvising and editing, performing ambient noise gigs in pubs that should  have known better. People coming into the shed, leaving their traces for us to  paint with.

The Giant Chocolate Corpse and the time I reminded Rick of  George Hadling’s mother. Wailing cats living in delay pedals and an assisted  session called ‘Harvesting the Afterlife’. DAT tape and cassette tapes piling,  nothing released. Everything kept except compilations for friends. Sonic  accompaniment to experimental films, performed and recorded.

Now the  return. Edit and mix all sixteen years. Start the next one. Open the door a  little wider.