The landfills of the Burselm are known to spew strange knotted items of no known origin, one such broken shape hung over the bar of the Turk's Head pub on Paradise Way, a lively dangerous place that met a fiery death in the harsh winter of '25. Before it was torched by local youth, Turk's was a place where cultured cretins could experience the living art of those spawned in nearby rivers and even them from the faraway exotics. Today, as I walk along Paradise observing the charred ruins of our chaotic temple, it is hard not to feel the sharp jab of apocalyptic thought, blackest clouds descend / the future curdles... But the past/present/future all dangle on the same line YES the Turk's WILL become a carpark but reverberations and echoes are eternal HEAR THEM NOW! preserved onto CDR, these sounds will elicit strong feelings of strength, courage, compassion and joy
W.P Highhog, Spring 2026
CDR contains the music of:-
The Bohman Brothers
Teignmouth Electron
Territorial Gobbing
Wreckers Ruin
Burselm Accomplice Vol. 3
