On the first day of spring, 2015. We embarked on what was already a journey down our collective memory highway and we set foot back in The Crypt Studio in Crouch End, north London. Alongside our young 2013 selves, this place has been creative womb to a mightily impressive alumni which includes Rick Wakeman, Madness, Fairport Convention and - if the stories are true - Bob Dylan**. We entered on a Monday morning, armed with optimism, craft ale and Nick Trepka;we exited on Wednesday with what was, to all intent and good purpose, our debut album.
Almost eighteen months later, we emerge once more from the process of weaving together the fine lines of All That We Had, We Stole. It's more than a little emotional to recall the frisson-rife moments, whole evenings, whole lifetimes contained in this process and all that came with it - and we've each taken something different away.
But it's here - it's finally here and HERE is where you can get it.
Fun facts, when you get to listen, be sure to keep your ears open at the very end for two of two things - the first being the birds, the actual birds, our birds and the moment they sang, ever-immortalised, entwined story and song. The second... well, it's secret, you'll have to listen.
** The stories are good enough to indulge, even if not true - see: