Liner notes
I came to the studio straight from the pit, still counting bars in my head and half expecting a curtain call. We recorded with a small orchestra in a Manchester hall that smelled of radiators and old hymn books, and I kept my voice low because the strings were already saying enough. These are the first songs I ever wrote down for myself rather than for a company, about trains, cinemas and the people who wait for both. I hope they sound like a man learning to trust the room.
Leopold Marsh