On the summit skyline, a series of T-shapes in silhouette against thunderclouds. The bearded ones wander freely, unnoticed and undetected. Is it such a terrible thing, this thing they do? Since when has justice not allied herself to persecution? Parking restriction notices are the impenetrable glyphs of the apocalypse.
Listen Now.
The warden comes a-wombling with his blackbook and pen, whistling the following jaunty melodies:
Adrian Baker - VibrationsGros Phoque Sergio - FruitsIvor Cutler - I Worn My ElbowsMayo Thompson - Venus In The MorningKuricorder Quartet - Apao's TripNarcoleptics - Bombs AwayLuke Abbott - 2nd 5th HeavyGrandaddy - Go Progress ChromeHave you identified a troublesome bearded one in our very midst? Send what you know to [email protected] for your bounteous reward.
Twenty minutes. No refunds.