You know that feeling you get, when you're listening to a song that you haven't heard in forever, but you remember it because you listened to it a whole lot when you were in some weird place in your life?

Yeah, there's been a lot of that going on lately, it's great for inspiration, great for Pixie Ribs.

Not so great for Lux.

But i guess thats the thing, every good song should hurt in some way. If it doesn't, it never meant enough to begin with.

Anyway, before i start sounding like someone who has a soft mushy centre, (PFFFT.HA.) a two year long period of constant agony has been compressed into a five minute and nine second wish.

A pretty good one too. I think you'll enjoy it.

Lux

xxx

This is what hard work looks like kids.

Listened to what could be the first song on the album last night.

I laughed, I cried, I wanted to puke due to a mixture of excitement and a wicked hangover.

It's all happening.

Lux

xxx

Welcome.

As Pixie Ribs is on its way I've decided to set up a blog to keep you all updated.

Its going to be incredible, I promise.

That is, if its your kind of "thing" if its not.... Then go do something else, cause the following information doesn't apply to you.

I've been working with Ventenner's Charlie Dawe, who is a little bit of a musical genius i think, to get this demo thing going, and it finally is.

Going, I mean.

So if you happen to be a young woman in ripped up night gowns and fake pearls who spends most evenings face down in a bar wondering where the fuck your innocence went, who can only seem to love things like this now :

Be excited. Help is on its way.

If you happen to be the asshole who landed her there. Be ready.

We're coming together like a storm of glitter and cheap perfume to Make. You. Pay.

Lux

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