Verse: Adventure exotique, At first it was a dream: To circle ‘round the globe, Constrained by no routine. From midnight clicking heels On cobbled Paris streets To sci-fi avenues In scorching Dubai heat. Her confident ascent Spun out so easily…

Imperious, austere, It shimmers overhead, The spark-set dome, Fringed by the tossed tree tops, Cave-black, while we crunch through Late winter snow on moonless night. With motion scarce perceived, Sky wheels a westward drift. Against its pace, We’re but a…

This party, what a joke Supposed to be the big night of the year My classmates, all spiffed up Pretending to be cooler than they are There’s Rudy, what a rake Big, brand-new gob of product in his hair White…

Those fascinating neighbours down the street, Impromptu at the mailbox, did invite Her and her spouse for dinner date tonight: The first time for all four of them to meet. She has spent hours combing through her clothes and scents…

The lyrics were written during the Unaccommodated man phase of the last project. They weren’t used then, in part because it felt too similar to Vertebrae. My wool and silk disguise the she-wolf hid within. With granny cap and bustle,…

Utter is a nine movement instrumental piece. Each movement is tonally related to its neighbours in a cohesive structure. To reduce file sizes, the movements have been released separately. While I was writing the piece, I thought it could work…

An improvised guitar etude fleshed out with cello and a bit of synth. ~*~*~*~ Finn Manniche – ‘cello Trevor Tunnacliffe – guitar, synth

The song started with the lyrics, with emphasis on storytelling. The musical structure follows that of the words. Together in our breakfast nook, We scan the Sunday news. Familiar rattles, shakes and flicks Against the radio. 
 Our weekends all…

Straw heaped in tormenting stack Sticking and prickling my back Thick coiling creeper vines wrapped Around my legs, I am trapped No escape from the track. Trudge through to rocky terrain. Back hunched from bearing the strain. Load dangles, perilous…

Here is the leader’s second in command, designated Reverend Terrapin, providing his post mortem on the cult, from the vantage of his subsequent life on the seedy lounge circuit. Words and music: Trevor Tunnacliffe & Peter Ed Aught ~*~*~*~ My…