Heavy rain's set for the next couple days here in the fens. The freshly ploughed fields post-harvest will be sodden. The lights of the takeaway across the street glow in the mirroring puddles at the road's edge - and the rise and fall of tyre tracks through water has been the day's only soundtrack til I threw this record on.
I remember hearing it for the first time, the whole thing, on YouTube in my sixth form common room, recommended by a friend. It felt then as though it came from outside of time, it still feels that way now.
