It was inevitable that Andrew Weatherall would collaborate with audiobooks. They come from the same place. Trace their lineage and you’re back in Tribeca. Anya Phillips is on the door. James Chance is on the stage. Lizzy Mercier-Descloux is on the dance floor. and Karen Finlay is looking pretty fucking dangerous. Again. Weirdly, depressingly, the current political landscape is a mirror image of those times and the freaks are having to look out for themselves once again. This song is one for the freaks. For the outsiders. Its message is one of liberation. And that message is: Lose your shit. Stay free. Dance your life away.[info from label]