This is less of a review and more of an exorcism. For the love of everything, please no one show this to Jon.

Last October, I joined a Morris side and it's the best thing I've ever done.

The album is an archive, chronological and meandering; it’s both familiar and entirely incomprehensible, visceral and unsettling, comforting in ways I can’t quite pin down.

I had a brief infatuation with a man from The North™ and over the course of it, he gifted me his father's beans on toast recipe. The infatuation ended but his impact on my life carries on in the form of glorious comfort food, and I have decided to drown my grief in tomato sauce and Rate Some Beans about it (I suspect it's what he would have wanted).