As the Wind beats this sloop from side to side of the Sound and the land closes then recedes and we inch our way, riding the surf-capped waves towards the mouth of the harbour, we have no choice but to keep the pendulum swinging, the wheels turning and to present to you for your listening pleasure, some offerings of genuine Sweetness forged on the anvils of the Lower Regions and plucked from the hands of the Blacksmith of Despair. 'Outstanding, but flawed because of the human content'- The Alien Times 'Listenable'- The Galactic Messenger 'We're getting it up here'- The Olympaen.