Too many people have written too many things about Scott Engel and how he gave up boy band career ect ect. I do not find Scott fascinating, just his music. All I can see is like any good micro organism, adapt and survive.

As a performer Scott is one of those rare kind attempting accelerated evolution in an asexual manner to such a degree that he has progressed outside his own or others reality. Scott Walker has become that rare thing in music, an artist.

In this fast moving sphere with our miniscule lifespan it is an exception that we wait long before blogging anything and as a testament to Scott we waited a whole week – listening and drowning in The Drift before allowing ourselves.

The old mans back again, we welcome him as a deconstructed sceptre wielding spirit with the voice of Peter Pears and intensity of The Liars.

Clara has no space except your own.

It first welcomes you into its humble sounding home.

Scott Walker- Clara

If you listen carefully there is mischief in this house.

If you sleep too deeply you may not hear the footsteps, the breath and the unsettled restlessness of those who hide when your eyes are open. Sometimes it is much easier to see – as Clara does, when your eyes are shut tight.

Consider. It is not your eyes that are important, but those eyes which gaze eternally upon you. These are your friends. They share with you your life.

No uplifting chorus, just a storm. In this place lives everyone who ever saw the darkside endlessly lovingly whispering its secrets for you alone. It’s either someone trying to get in or trying to get out and all you know is you never want to be alone again.

How long have we been in this place now?

Was there anything before?

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