We reach day 14 of our two week self- isolation period today. In some ways it's been a long fortnight and in some ways it has actually gone fairly quickly. That's true of 2020 as a whole isn't? The year despite everything that has happened has seemed stuck on pause since mid- March. At the time of writing our daughter has mostly recovered from having Covid (and they may tell you that teenagers will sail through it but she has had a range of symptoms and was pretty unwell for a few days) and the rest of us are Covid free (touch wood etc), including our son who is clinically extremely vulnerable. We have had to have some strict isolation within the household to keep it contained. On Sunday we can leave the house for the first time in two weeks. I've really been feeling the lack of exercise this week. On Wednesday night I ran up and down our garden. Our garden is about twenty five long, in 1902 when the house was built it was probably just a yard. By the time I'd taken a few strides I had to stop and turn around. To anyone watching from upstairs on either side I must have looked like I'd finally lost it.
Here, in an unrelated way, is some dark, punchy, industrial acid from Manchester's Shunt Voltage, the sort of track that hits the spot in the early hours and has bodies moving and dancefloors heaving.
Buy it from Bandcamp with a Quantal remix, price two pounds.