I spent last week recording in a lovely old church with Flora Curzon (more of those tracks soon).
In our search for the perfect acoustic we found ourselves in the building’s crypt where I stubbed my toe on an ancient bundle of parchment. Unrolling it, we discovered primitive notation and lyrics for a song called ‘A Darke Poeme of the Nyte’. Given as how it’s halloween, here’s our rendition.
