10 years have passed in a blink of an eye. the last record to be written in Safehouse, our first record with James Ford, decamping to La fabrique for an epoch. The mistral battering shutters, sleeping in Nick Cave's bed. The poolside sessions, vin rouge & endless smokes, late night lyrics into the late night.
The 1st electric take of WWD, london thunder wurlitzer, basketball diaries, a mountain at my gate drums, birch tree in the staircase vocals.
Record tape repeat. A knife in the ocean, On a knife edge & into the future.
Turn it up loud
Foals forever
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