conjured from the primordial ooze of tea and digestive biscuits, the house of the rising badger brings forth new noise for old. your mileage may vary. biscuits not included.
Influences
friends. enemies. the Chicago Store, in Tucson, AZ. the old guitar shop in Bristol w/ the High Priest of Selmer. some guy named Simon's basement in New Brighton. the Monkees re-runs after school. unrepentant nostalgia & double espresso. cool, old studios full of wonky surprises, and any time you ever walked into a room and felt the melody explode in your heart.
Funnily enough I just read Tony Visconti's autobiography and went, "aaah!" at how he got that sound for the intro melody of 'Ashes...'. Your version actually gave me goosebumps and as ye know, the bumps can't lie. x