‘The ditheringly inspired Sarah Woolfenden’
This surreal-dadasist-clown-sound duo is waiting-for? The miraculous tension and slack and lack so full. We share the shore of our delight and plight. A quasi-ritual experience to deliver the un-deliverable. A dreamscape encounter.
Waiting in the archetypal nothingness, two winged beings of majesty and misfortune play with the music of time. Linger at this threshold with us in a tribute to all who know little of much, a tribute to the in-between. Gather here and sing this song with us. A tune we know well and continuously forget. Our divine damnation dimly delights the downward dawning deafness. Come hither. Come thither.