Not a word of a lie… We’ve made our way along winding roads, through fog and rain, to the heart of the woods with howling dogs and owls a flutter. Now here we are in a disused school house with a bottle of scotch & instruments a plenty. In 7 days time we intend to have a dozen songs recorded and ready for you all. Not a word of a lie… This place is spookier than grandma’s attic, vibier than your mum’s first date, and prettier than your childhood sweetheart.