Ah. The final day. The final song. The one we have put off till last. Zut Alorz, a song to strike fear into the hearts of even the bravest of recording engineers. Four part harmonies, rhythm section played on an ice cube and a cornucopia of samples from a nintendo DS.

Mysteriously it all came together as if the recording goblins had woven it themselves like a magical sonic bedspread. With special powers.

The day was not without incident. Dylan finally lost the plot and attempted to clean the entire building with a dustpan and brush, Ryan blamed an hours delay on a particularly difficult bowl of porridge and the day was overshadowed by the accidental theft of a flapjack.

So we leave the studio exhausted but happy. Three tracks of singular wonderment clutched, sweatily, to our collective bosom. Our hearts aglow with the expectation that we will soon be allowing our musical offspring its first tentative steps into the world at large.

Lastly, some final words from Mr Watkins:

(upon spying an isolated tower from the window of the car while on a rare outdoor escapade)

SW “I was gonnae build a studio in there”

MTR “Are you sure Stevie? it’s only about eight feet wide.”

SW ” Aye, but thats just the chimney for some kinda fuckin mega-castle undergroond likes”

MTR “Ah.”

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