One finger forward, three fingers back. Electricity runs down the walls tonight. Fresh from New York, fresh from Tokyo, fresh from Mexico - Still dirty from the road. Everything connects and converges and I feel your breath on me. I'm shaking, I'm waking up in another city. There's a new perfume in town. The night is filled with bells and drums. I need clean thoughts to wash away my sins. Brixton. Brixton! Star of the south! Open up and let us in!
My name is Lachlan Sleight. I am Lachlan. A while ago I was born, and in a while I will die. I'm going to make the bit in-between fucking amazing, and it will be the last thing I ever do.