A full sort of a day, the type where busyness breeds busyness and things become completed. Working towards putting on an exciting performance by The Week That Was, a band risen from the folding-away of Field Music. Their sound is one of classical intentions structured into pop, matching the ambitions of all those melodramatic epics of the eighties by Kate Bush, Peter Gabriel and Tin Drum-era Japan.
Alongside, news-reels from the 1930s, digitised from thirty-five millimetre film mixed live with camera feeds of the band, the intention being to create a huge montage behind the musicians of reportage from a bygone era.
The intention of the album was to create each song as though it were a new bulletin, and the album thrives on a love of representation and the enigma of media portrayal. It is musicians who often get caught in the glare to a higher degree than most, both celebrated and isolated for illicit pursuits, fiery relationships and a cathartic lifestyle. And so it will be that the band will play out their songs in front of frame-by-frame black and white celluloid footage of an old century, one in which preparations for a hopeful new world order led to a necessary eradication of the old.