ayreside: The White Album / Future Shock / Can't Doo Right Parts 1 & 2 / The Sea Glint ("..then away to the fields it went blustering and humming...") / Another Galaxy, Another Girl / Sky Blue / Unheimlich / North Is Strange / Lords Of The Housetops Woods Floating Up At The Sun / Marian Aldebaran
tempestside: Sunglazing / An Afternoon In A Field Of Poppies / 1, 2, 3 - Passing Out Of Words & Into Words Again / The Psykick Sea
Harin, beautiful gold-tressed wife to p, maintains that this band has no biography, they being born anew with each release.
p himself (once described to me by said wife as “pastoral”) professes recollections of hundreds of alternate childhoods and was born in the UK sometime during the last century. He is at times aware of his residence in an impulsively ramshackle and rambling space two miles outside of C.o.M, which latter he avoids as a species of unreality.
Collectively, the band’s rememberances include early educations in dozens of UK and European schools amid time-slipped scholarships, sojourns as manuscript illuminators, shoe saleswomen, rekording mekaniks, tour cooks, sturgeons, english teachers, a typewriter, embroiderers, sock thieves, lime trees, advertising copywriters, incessant repair-men of broken toys and political non-euclideans (but even that’s not true).
They prefer, now, to remember forwards instead of backwards: the f.u.t.u.r.e. being infinitely more interesting to recall than the p.a.s.t.
“We Have Always Lived In The Castle” is their second album and continues where the debut left off. Tales of disfunction and displacement, time-travel and long-lost love are interspersed with electronic meanderings, cooing pigeons, cacophonous drum cut-ups and the sound of a summer lawn being gently mowed.
Put on the CD, press 'play' and imagine p (who I believe writes most of the lyrics) waking up one day to discover that the person lying next to him, his wife Harin perhaps, has undergone some subtle cosmic alteration. Then consider Marian Aldebaran, who has always existed in some sort of time-loop: you wonder about the material from which her dress is made; you notice how it causes the light to ripple as she moves about. Ponder the childe who lives in a world where everything, even the august moon, has a sky-blue hue; or ask yourself whether it’s actually possible to travel back in time in an attempt to kill yourself as an infant…
p swears that the stories in these songs are all based on true events! I believe it. Why? I believe it because it is absurd...