In my rural psychedelia of paisleys and flocks I sit and on every hour twenty carriage clocks send their ballbearings buzzing. The lightbulb looks like a smudged fingerprint on huge practical hands. I am Ritchie; here me roar.
For more information check out
www.myspace.com/thelamybrothers
or my solo work
www.myspace.com/therichardlamyaspect
