A bootleg performance of a recent gig in Aberdeen Scotland. Scottish, piano pop threesome.
Without A Driver
It's quite comforting, at times entirely terrifying, to think you know next to nothing of the world, the people who inhabit it, and yet it carries on regardless. No one's driving. You're a backseat passenger, strapped in and unable to reach the wheel when the chauffeur calls it quits out the side door.
I have an appealingly healthy dose of:
'Really, who...
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