Here is The Face that Boils Itself

Some say it's Woodland Folk from the ugly side of the hill.


But we like to think of our songs as being tumid with lyrical ornament—luminescent in imagery and narrative —lovingly offering the listener a rope ladder to the subconscious clouds of unaware thought. However, occasionally, we get a glimpse of another more primitive and simplistic beauty from an audience's reaction.


And it's just the same at the Glastonbury Festival as it is at Lowdham Village Hall.


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