The Burselm. Small market town in the middle of the Midlands. Usual mither. Nothing good. Houses where the curtains don't open. The only way in is by accident. A stranger parks herself at a table in the Turks. Seconds pass. First appearance; stick thin youth tugging cheese from his drawers. Special price. Second appearance; short lady ancient and crumbling. DVDs. Stars of yesteryear. Three for a fiver. And then nothing. No-one. Nobody. Block of cheddar and a small pile of Charley Sheen. What is there to do in this town. Scan the room. Poster behind the bar. Hand written promise of Live action. Inept punk and esoteric experimentation. Esoteric punk and inept experimentation. It's hard to make out. Deliberately obtuse. Shitty. Upstairs. So she walks upstairs. The DVD lady is on the door. Five quid. Give me five quid and you can come in. Cheese boy is at the back of the room with a contact mic. Some old people huddle round an amplifier that has no plug on it. She pays her money. Five small coins. Already working on the cheese. Gobfulls of it. Hard to breathe. Starts up a glam rock medley. Nothing obscure. Just the hits. The number ones. She's part of it. That horrible thing. Horrible Burselm thing. She's an accomplice. Like the fools on the disk you hold in your hand. Indoor market. Open coffin. Sealed fate.

Posset sez: It all starts with tapes, dictaphones or small crappy tape recorders. Been doing this shit for 20 years or so. Played all over the shop and I'll play with anyone who'll have me. Love being an amateur grunt and making things.

Dai Koelacanth is graveyard radio and Chocolate Monk recording artist can be heard monthly on Radio-On (Berlin) or opening the Radiophrenia festival with a six hour show. A man of limited capacity he is usually either compiling microedited word/sound or wandering lost with dictaphone this track finds him talking fast about vampires shoes worms lost love found love found sound forever and ever and ever.

Luke Poot spends all his time in his inner elbow off shore tax avoidance paradise. Never wearing a shirt, so you can see his "live by the four track die by the four track" gut tattoo. Universal Credit turned him into a cannibal. Known from acts such as; Lovely Honkey, Chastity Potatoe, Clappy Shandy Dads, Skatgobs, has collaborated with the likes of Adam Bohman, Jaap Blonk, Dylan Nyoukis, Julian Bradley, Duncan Harrison, Ali Robertson. For fans of mysterious smells.

Resident of the Burselm, Jarvis has, over the last 25 years, produced work in a variety of group settings, including: Saboteuse, A Warm Palindrome, Dogliveroil and the elusive Anna Planeta amongst many others. For his solo work, Jarvis utilises tape recordings of the local area, stolen conversations and found sounds in a carefully arranged patchwork of smeared loops and audio fragments, bathed in hiss and static.

“Would you like to come and have tea with us?”
“No, thank you very much”