UNSURE — UNSURE Recorded Sunday 10th March 2013 in St. Leonards Produced by Martin Ruffin I’ve often been asked who my musical influences are and the question never fails to bring me some measure of cognitive dissonance, causing me to look around the room for a few seconds as if I’ve…

The first in a new series of blog posts where Traitor discusses songs from his archive… — The first in a new series of blog posts where Traitor discusses songs from his archive… PIETY Written April 2011 at home in Tenterden, Kent Recorded September 2011 in St. Leonards, East Sussex Produced by Martin Ruffin In a way, I am grateful that I have never had any…

[What follows is an extract from the first chapter of my forthcoming memoir, ‘God Is Memory’] — [What follows is an extract from the first chapter of my forthcoming memoir, ‘God Is Memory’] I sing for the good of my body. It is through the act of singing that my body has found release into its true domain, as an uncaged bird — unlocked by the hand…

For the word of God is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and of spirit, of joints and… — For the word of God is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and of spirit, of joints and of marrow, and discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart. — Hebrews 4:12 God is a term that cannot be avoided. Whether I…

<iframe src=”https://open.spotify.com/embed/track/7EHPK20V6tXlrXspDOlvJP" width=”300" height=”380" frameborder=”0"… — I first listened to Traitor’s album on the train to Hastings. At first I focused on the lyrics and the sound of the music. I was full frontally thrown into the jarring and effective and emotive power of the album’s opening track, Eurydice. (In Greek Mythology Orpheus…

For the second time in ten days, I’ve come uninvited to Rushlake Green. The first time, I was in one of those less than rosy moods when one… — For the second time in ten days, I’ve come uninvited to Rushlake Green. The first time, I was in one of those less than rosy moods when one could easily be mistaken for a stray corpse. There was apparently nothing the place could do about it. Not even the jackdaws…

A response to ‘Lyre Song’ (Alternate Version feat. Samuel Organ) by Natalie Evans — A response to ‘Lyre Song’ (Alternate Version feat. Samuel Organ) by Natalie Evans Interesting times we live in. Such smart, stupid times, at once both smug and almost irredeemably insecure. The life of the individual — despite everything, still a hallowed realm — is in the grip of a paradox…

A word on the Link Road. Or as it’s affectionately known, the Combe Valley Way. It’s made of tarmac, but words built it. Seventeen years of… — A word on the Link Road. Or as it’s affectionately known, the Combe Valley Way. It’s made of tarmac, but words built it. Seventeen years of talk paved the way for it. Engine noise from politicians, developers, business owners. So much talk, it’s a wonder its surface isn’t littered with…

20.42. Leaving town by the last train of twilight, sinking west on Hollington Park Road, I watched a huge bruise trying to heal itself in… — 20.42. Leaving town by the last train of twilight, sinking west on Hollington Park Road, I watched a huge bruise trying to heal itself in the sky. Silently, openly, it worked through the colours of its multiform hurt: from yellow, to pink, to purple; forgetting the blow, suppressing the pain…