I feel I should have something to say. Is that vague feeling enough to start writing a blog post? No, but here I am typing. Ironbark continues apace. The title track is coming in at a nifty 18 minutes, all labyrinthine riffs melotron and silliness. Steamlife is arguably more silly, but redeemed by a pop chorus that I've been saving up for well over a decade. The Miser's Will tell's its story well. Being 5 songs that tell one story, complete with recurring musical themes, its essentially another 20 minute work. Which means I've well and truly ticked the prog box. And then there's the Beast of the Air. That just needs a new vocal and a bit of mixing and it'll be done, ready for the video that we start filming in just over a week. Whoop I say, for this shall be fun. Here's a video of Joe testing one of the toys we'll be using. So another perfectly sensible video to follow the Spinning the Compass one. Recording is a manic depressive business. I find myself flitting between obsessive, proud and depressed, often in the space of the same few hours as I try to nail down a vocal or guitar solo, create the perfect sound and then realise moments later that it sounds awful. At the moment I can listen to the whole album through and find only one or two things per track to hate, so I suppose I am slowly winning the battle. I long for the day when I can plug the computer directly into my skull and download the sounds I hear in my brain.