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Greetings fellow humans!

It's been a goodly while since I messaged you fine folks but today marks the full release of my new single, 'In Parks of Tall Trees'. Already out on Bandcamp for the discreet, discerning client & now reintroduced into the wilds of the streaming blogosphere at this here hyperlink here.

Ever wondered what it'd sound like if I ranted from a dream diary for 3 minutes, over a furious drum beat, with a piano for a bass, with a vicious psychedelic organ, over the chords for God Only Knows played backwards? Wait no longer!

You can also check out this hot rocking promotional advertisment made with moving pictures over on that YouTubes

Because we haven't had a decent natter for so long you have, in fact, missed 3 other singles and a remix what've tumbled out from me old eggshell mind:

3 Little Rooms

Long, It Goes Over Again

The Christmas Morning Outcome &

The Christmas Morning Outcome (Lost Signal Remix)

Why not pop your feet up with a nice hot cup of old joe and rectify this terrible, terrible oversight forthwith?

Peace out, stay strong and flatten that curve

flakebelly

flakebelly

found underneath a gooseberry bush, some time past. grown crooked-tree and raggydoll. now a purveyor of pomes and posey, liking nothing more than to be thumbing his Flaming Jangle Music all hours

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