I felt terrible earlier. It’s the season, but there are compounding reasons. But now that I’m writing that awfulness is shrinking. What I’m writing sounds like this. For this project there is a note in my Moleskine saying the soundtrack is Portishead and only Portishead.
This wank ridden trailer doesn’t sell the book too well. But Nova Swing is an intimidating level of goodness. And it has characters and elements from an M John Harrison story I’m very fond of: The Neon Heart Murders.