seagull chip on his shoulder, reigned down with fury, saw the glint in the eye, leaping to the conclusion must be a song in there, we set sail targetingubiquitous pomposity, hilarity, freakouts and panic inducing episodes withinsing what you see, no frills, play the song not the instrument let it be said wah wahs have no business herefile underfantasy fiction history section miscellaneousat the end of the day, it’s something to tell the grandkids. Discover ‘The Hell Beings’ with ‘Wind Your Neck’ the ‘9th February in Formula Indie