Session 1: The Woe Mule.  Can you hear that smell? That! There, over yonder. Betwixt the Cafe Nero and the council flats. Yes. The alleyway between glory and wretchedness where Francis Bellamy used to piss. It’s almost like it was when you were a bairn, but not really. It’s all grey now. We can all … Continue reading Synesthetic Therapy: Decadent Meditation For The Middle Class Eccentric – Bam Barrow