An ancient village in Northamptonshire. An old church, a reservoir, and snow that drifted higher than seemed possible. A place called home until ten years old.

These records are the places and people in between the cracks. Not remote, or picturesque. Ordinary, but off beam. Not broken. Just not quite square to the world.

Some releases come with these things attached. Some are four minutes of a guitar going somewhere it wasn't. Some bleep with menace. The rule is that something always happens.

One person, one laptop, steel strings. A middling endevour.