Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

Through the mists we grope our way forward, the senses dulled by the beginnings of fog, from the cold chill that seeps into our bones, through dense skin, past veins and the running of life affirming blood, into that which holds us upright, the bones, the skeleton, and whilst the mists of life surround us daily, they offer us one vital thing to which the bones cannot fathom, it offers the imagination to focus, the brain’s release valve to conjure up images of what may live in the mist, whether it is salvation, or murky creatures from the depths.