Occasionally we do Ashes to Ashes as a warm up / soundcheck or in a session, & it's often occured to me to segue it into Dust to Dust, which reminds me of freezing nights in a Gateshead squat circa 1977 where it was too cold to think. It's an overwhelming impression that probably has nothing to do with the song; it's like His Name is Andrew - not quite so folk-earnest, but still integral to that era which charted with Matchstalk Men and Gaudete though obviously not in that order. It's a blur to tell you truth and at times maybe I'd rather not be reminded of it, but such is life; for me it lurks in the same hinterlands as 700 Elves, which is more like the landscapes Mark E Smith sang of in The Impression of J.Temperence and such like.

The horror, the horror...