The veil between the land of the living and the beyond is at it's thinnest on this day, we have summoned the latest Dark Habits package from the pits of purgatory. Presented in it's long unbroken format, side A and Side B.

A 40 minute opus, a twisting and mutating fog that bares the genesis of some 'Condition' moments, unheard movements and familiar but re-imagined memento-mori. This is an instrumental piece bar the triggered vocal samples that form part of the fabric, it was and still is our favourite way of writing, responding to reaction and stitching together a result. These two performances also saw Dom step out from behind his production window and be part of the band, bringing the textures, triggers and electronics. It's perhaps a niche record, but is an important moment in our lives, where we were free of some self imposed shackles and discovered the joy of pushing our boundaries even further. Live, it was Spectres at their most claustrophobic, their most playful and moving as one writhing screaming form.

'Death Kettled'

"I definitely remember the sweat. A glorified garage lock up opposite the Mayfair hotel is the exact kind of art gallery Spectres should have been playing. A threatening vacuum of compressed, thick hot air intensified by the hundred bodies who had decided this was the best way to spend a hazy summers evening.

Pimms peppered the asphalt opposite as the shutters came down signalling the start of Sophie's visuals, that began to fleck across our topless bodies. Meat on meat in the heat. The collaboration had been a fantastic one to have been a part of. Gallery curator and future Slug Wagon commander Jackson had come to us with the idea, and on seeing some of Sophie's previous work we knew it was a go-er.

The next few months were spent trading music and visuals over email bla bla bla 21st century collaborations but actually genuine discussions were had. We wrote new music in our asbestos (recently discovered this!) filled pit and sent over to Sophie, and she would send us new work which we would then project in the now quarantined death wish cave with the lights off, and write new music to this. Some of this ended up being on our second record and some of it was consigned to only those who were there's ears until now.

If I remember correctly the show couldn't have gone better. Maybe the projections could have been a bit clearer but the sweat in everyone's eyes added their own filters anyway. I had an Uncle visiting from Australia who needed get a breath of fresh air and to come to terms with the rotten state of the family tree mid way through the set. He almost got his skull caved in by a kettle someone threw from the fourth floor of the building screaming at any god to turn it down and this was the only review we needed really.

We signed to Sonic Cathedral that night and had just played in an art gallery in London and drove back to Bristol to do the same thing the following evening. Five and a bit years on it's easy to look back on things with meat tinted glasses but these really were exciting times. It was an invigorating way to work that I will look fondly upon. Maybe I'll spin this record on my mesothelioma death bed." - Joe, Spectres