Sweat mother of Chist’s ma. put this album and lie back on your bed. make sure it made- the duvet and all in place, your pillows fluffed. take off you shoes and lie down. perhaps you’d like some tea, or as i prefer a jd and coke. now lie there sipping. hopefully its a Sunday morning and last night was a big one- but it hasn’t hit you yet and the music carries you through the night like some extended deathbed flashback. its going to be alright, you no matter, you know.