With The Beatless

Four lads who shook the world, from Carl Jung’s pool of life, the crash of a tsunami of new currents broke on the shores of every nation, its backwash still lapping at the banks of our national identity.

Memories of distant shores, half remembered verse. A wash of feelings swells in and out of focus, shimmering; breaking voices drowned by the wind. As the waters recedes the sounds are stretched gossamer thin, leaving a sedimentary layer on the floodplains it leaves behind.