Sweeping the Stars
We come from Scotland and empty the animal trough-water of modern music onto the ashes of our broken hearts to allow our dejected cells to catch glimmers of hope in song! Peter: Bass Potato(e), Hammer and Little Nails made of Water Martin: Salt And Light Gary: Boxes, horseflesh We meet in corridors and cottages.We have been friends to each other.We sometimes hunch over our weapons and collect envelopes of sand. We play 'uber-melodic sci-fi brain-and-rocket pop music!'.