While the town was sleeping, Joseph B. Eden took to wandering the coast under the huge pale lunar eclipse. A northern English beach rat who's roots would reach out to all things dank and Subvert. Attracted to the alluring glare of the unknown, he migrates and replants himself deep down south, far from the post-industrial wastelands, where he hears dreams are realised and streets are clad with gold.
With no map home, he finds himself lost in the city of Bristol on the muddy banks of the Avon, making a pittance peddling his crude poetry at local vaudeville shows for likeminded misanthropes and undesirables. They must come together as one force, unfurling from the undergrowths, face the sun, revel in the Ugliness, and stand to be counted.
The air grows thick and madness settles in his bones, his higher purpose becoming more apparent moon to moon. Each evening more fevered than the last. He cannot complete his manifesto alone, a bird wheels above, cries, and shits an epiphany on his shoulder from its mighty cloaca.
Meanwhile... in the doldrums of town, long into the small hours, four familiars are talking obnoxiously over blown-out speakers. Wookash, Otis, Hawk and Elo are pummelling their next musical vision into shape; can a rock and roll band rely solely on fuzzy riffs, driving bass-lines, infectious vocals and rattling beats without the tired handle of post-punk Tedium? There's a tapping at the window…the Birdman has come!
