Race memory, eh? Like the purging of the Martian hives we have to deal with on a daily basis - assuming Nigel Kneale got it right, and assuming Quatermass & the Pit isn't a race memory in itself, or that any narrative morphology doesn't operate in that way. They say ballads were the soap opera of the day; but are soap operas truly the ballads of our times?? Watch out for the Mythic archetypes abounding in EastEnders, including analogues of Opheus being played out again & again. Singing some ballads you feel like offering the audience a help-line number in case they've been affected by any of the issues therein...