The weekend just past saw comings and goings from Coiled Spring Towers, as unidentified strangers flitted from car to front door, and thence to the guest room/highly tricked-out recording studio.
Tea was served, and Dark Chocolate Digestives were provided, explained, and consumed.
Time was spent. Voices were used. Recordings were made. Photographs were taken.
The results? Not yet available. But soon.