The band’s restless creative spirit is frequently reflected in its members’ sometimes nomadic existences.  Addresses can be articulated for official purposes, but the reality is often a joyous lack of fixed abode. However, over the past week both Tom and Mr Crook have firmly placed their respective pins in different spots on the map.

Tom’s lost belongings have finally caught up with him and he’s a now fully paid-up, barrel-rolling Londoner.  He lives opposite one of the most bizarre and dysfunctional pubs I’ve ever had the good fortune to drink in.  A visit from the crooked family is surely due, to return the proprietors’ odd interpretation of hospitality in kind.

Mr Crook, meanwhile, remains clasped within the estuarine embrace of the Medway Towns.  He’s moved into a live/work studio with MRS, steeped in history, within spitting distance of the river itself.  The Unawarehouse, as it’s now known, will be a place of paint and pain, whine and song.  As you can see, he’s settling in nicely.