Years of playing in bands (The Desired/Stabilizer/Solomon), years of silence ( ), years of recording, re-recording, sweeping away cobwebs, creaking away like an old 17th century tea clipper, whilst seeking out sounds that Eno would chuckle at.
Music created while the milkman does his rounds.
Acoustic guitar strings thick with warmth, watered down with cat licks.
New songs every spring.
Old songs put away each winter.
Yakbone exists within a world of melody/noise and a lot of lovely organic sounds. Not many vocals, but you can't have it all.
