Youth stepped in as bassist. It was a favour for a favour. She talks of him with nothing but solid, ingenuous affection. As the recording continued, so too did Youth's reefer ingestion. Xan was sitting out in the corridor, lonesome by the fizzy drinks machine, awaiting the call for vocal duties to be performed.
Youth staggers out.
He's met her earlier, but the green light of recognition is lost in the great puff of dopesmoke. I'm the singer. And I'd just been hanging around. Technique met at Butterfly, when Xan was backing vocalist on a demo for one of the several hundred bands she'd demoed before meeting Kate, so the spiritual significance of the place is not solely confined to the odd behaviour of its karmic father. They have known each other only for just a year, in which time they have fashioned a prime-time friendship and an album about which everyone at Creation Records, home of Oasis, home of Primal Scream and home of Teenage Fanclub, is going potty.