There’s this particular moment in time when all silenced on utterly purpose artists will suddenly sit down and settle themselves to create – ceaselessly – this impending sense of singular momentum. It doesn’t necessarily need to make matter of fact aforementioned sense in a matter of fact instance, however… what it WILL need to do is to

Bring both body and mind and brain back to belonging together again – swiping excitably at everything which makes their explosive souls SING IT FROM THE ROOFTOPS OF THESE SWITCHED-OFF WINDOWS