A Victorian orphan at work in the My Tiny Robots workhouse. This poor waif has lived off nothing but coffee and string for the last three months. He hasn’t seen daylight since 2004 and has been forced to sleep under the mixing desk since he sold his bedding to buy shoes.

Robots have made their way to the new Tape Studios HQ in deepest Leith, having unearthed the recordings from earlier in the year, blown the dust off them and handed them over to Mr Stephen Watkins (part Dickens character/part evil studio genius)

After a 4am finish at the end of day one, by which time we had all taken leave of our senses and were hallucinating naked goblins dancing the macarena across the mixing desk, we have learnt some new things;

1. The optimum vehicle of choice for travelling to the studio through hurricane Get Tae, is not a seventies racing bicycle.

2. Slipping your hand quietly into your shirt and twirling your own chest hair is perfectly normal and in no way distracting for other people in the room with you.

3. Stevie is indestructible. In the small wee hours when everyone else is going peculiar and noone ever wants to hear any music ever again, he will be keepin the heid and discreetly routing all the drums through a thatcher era fridge-freezer to achieve the essence of the miners strike or something.

4. Jokes about dairy products are infinitely funnier after a 16 hour mixing session.

5. “Cheerz”  was a sitcom set in Bozton Mazzachuzzetts.

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