Should I have a sound? I can barely hear anything in my head over the constant din of self-doubt, self-pity and theme tunes to shit the kids watch on Netflix.
I think that’s normal. Reckon my sound is a combination of blood trying to get pumped around furred pipes, and residual damage from the New Wave of British Heavy Metal.
(which reminds me: was the law that every support band had to be Preying Mantis?)
ah, boxed standard midlife stuff.