This set of songs brings me back to Broken Head at 6am, wet sand, beaming hot morning sun on my skin. It brings me back to freezing bushwalk/runs fuelled by false coffee induced energy, amongst the trees on the headland, all the way to the hidden clearing that is reminiscent of some celtic coastline; dark waves thundering below and the horizon sparkling with first light. In that moment we were totally silent, kinda dumb-struck, cold and in total bliss, but if music were playing, it would have been this. Kinda dark, kinda light, a bit o' both.