In my defence, M'lud, let me say this - that the body of work in question is often referred to as such by its author, with the html link being very much part of the typographical rendering. To this end, I confess that I did toy with rendering it thus Life's Work, or even Life's Work, but when it comes to pure vileness there is no image I know of that can possibly convey the full horror of the actual work in question.

In any case, I snickeringly accept the sentence in the knowledge that no such English Citterns or English Flutes are presently extant, but will happily accept Gentle Giant who did similar things with a full consort of wooden recorders at volumes often surpassing even that of Motorhead. Yes - Gentle Giant playing one of those confounded American Genres best heard in - where was it again - Atlanta?