The new album "Is It?" out now: benhoward.lnk.to/IsItID

Neither existing, the past and the future. we are caught between two poles.
We dream of what is to come to make peace with an inaccessible past
We wade through memory asking the future to provide it all again.
We are filled with sadness because we are neither here nor there

Meanwhile the planet melts. A great dystopian future confronts us.

The shimmering mirage of childhood is buried by the news that things will only get worse.
Our children will see the end of civilisation.
The great spectacle of our demise is there, fatalistic (fantastic) tantalising , in front of us

Of course We look back because we cannot bear to look forward

Of course, the greatest spectacle is the very end. All together, smiling.

Some are laughing
Some are crying
We are all eating ice cream
Because what else ?
What else is there to do when you have all the money in the world but the world is melting.

We are enjoying ourselves, between the two poles— The unreachable past, the unavoidable future. And the technology will be old soon.
And we will be old.
And the sun’s great nuclear mass will mesmerise us until it melts us.
Or we choose to melt ourselves.

And we can’t decide anyway because we are all computer generated.

Holding your hand
Cut grass heaven
Walk in the park
Skies the limit pa
High lives in high places
Wish it could last forever

You had your leather coat on
In the pavement heat
Bikes to Kew Gardens
Back for tea
You said

Holding your hand
Cut grass heaven
Walk in the park
Skies the limit pa
You had your leather coat on
In the rising heat
Bikes to Kew Gardens
Back for tea
Bikes to Key Gardens
Back for tea
You said

Richmond avenue
Sunny days I knew


Directed by Allan Wilson