….. suddenly realising in the middle of a stoned evening that we had to put on our shoes & socks, head out into downtown Brixton in search of scoobies…. lets go….


Chicken ghosts

Gentle clucking wafting across from the other side of the River Styx, you can tell by the unworldly metallic shimmer to the chucks’ strange contented harmony. And look, the metallic shimmer comes into the world of form, silhouetting the ghostly shapes as they fluff their phantom feathers, flashes of half seen colour, or light….