But doesn’t Baby Fence deserve the chance for a career too? For a family, a life, babies of his own?!

How can you be so inhuman?!!

I really did my internal organs a disservice…because of some very, very suspect ornamentation…check yr tweets.

Who you calling chicken?

Brilliant laugh, that. & all because of some very, very suspect ornamentation.

apropos of fuck all: check yr tweets re: tonight’s playlist old bean.

I grabbed Rebecca after the gig, with a bizarrely overly-serious intoned “Can I have a word with you, please?” (to which she, with a rabbit in headlight expression, replied “Have I done something wrong?”) & set up an interview with them, to piggy back Matthew’s interview & Off The Beaten Tracks’ session, the following day.

The morning of the interview I hit what appeared to be the only place in the whole town that had wi-fi access & dug about the web for a bit of research into them & why their name was nagging at me so.

After about an hour of trawling old TWR playlists I finally found them, back in 2007, & their first single ‘Me & You’. It suddenly all fell into place & everything I knew about them back then, when I first picked them up & played them, came back to me — but, like Matthew, I cannot explain why I didn’t follow them up & grab more tracks from them to play (we repeated airplay of Me & You’ in 2008, which was their only other outing on TWR up until that point).

The interview was really good indeed — after warming up in The Masonic Arms, after they’d frozen their fingers playing the session & being interviewed down at the end of Anstruther Pier/Lighthouse, they seeemd to come alive a little bit more than in the cold of the day & we chatted for a good 45minutes.

Not all of it made it onto the show because it as either ruined by the forever increasing background hubbub of the pub locals (who were taking a serious dislike to us city folk sat in their chairs by their fire & spilling drinks or not using coasters on the tables etc.), or the conversation descended into nerdy/wanky muso waffle between Charles & I — interesting to me (& Charles), perhaps not sparkling chat for anyone else.

Then we were very fortunate to stumble onto their secret gig the following Sunday morning in the Hew Scott Tea Room. I recorded the whole show, but I’ve not tinkered with it yet as there’re some very audible requests for scones, jam, milk, tea, coffee, the continuous tinkling of tea cups & spoons, & some twot who sat on our table constantly telling the people around him that I had a recording device & was recording the gig. Well done, you. The duet between Charles on piano/vocals one end of the room & Rebecca, o vocals, at the other was fairly ruined by your graduation from the University of The Fucking Obvious.

Still, the intimacy of the gig & their sweet, hungover harmonies, was a perfect start to the end of the weekend.

As for the album, they assure me that it’s multi-layered with a ton of new ‘toys’ & instruments thrown into the mix, with ‘loads & loads of singing’ from them a host of their mates screaming at to the top of their lungs in a wood panelled live sound room.

I can’t wait to hear it.

Dav – one of my major highlights as well – I thought they were really, really good. And there’s all sorts of stuff on the album as well, apparently, not just a two-piece setup, so that sounds really promising as well.