Evidently, some people believe that in the absence of anywhere to play, HayWire may be forced to pour their poisonously eclectic energies into a recording. It may, in fact, be released as an Internet mp3 experiment, so that it can spread like the virus that the music is. It is due to the overwhelming tragedy of the sound and its euro-trash street influence that the image for this album(?) was concieved. Imagine, if you will, an organ-grinder and his little mokey. Imagine it's a cacophonous hurdy-gurdy. And that the monkey is dead. Starved to death or dead of some minor infection that adequate veterinary attention could have easily dealt with. Due to the fact that the hurdy-gurdy player makes very odd noises, and so makes very little, if any income for the poor little fellow's sustenance. Or his own, or his family's, who now accompany him begging in the street. They make a lot of odd noises too, some vaguely harmonizing along, some simply weeping, completely off-time and out of key. The name of HayWire's CD, mp3 CD, 45 rpm or whatever the case may be, shall be: "Please Don't Make Us Eat The Monkey". Unless they change their minds.
ES: contra-bass, banjo, concertina, drums, throat singing, very odd theses.
MG: vocals, continuum warping.
WB: contra-bass, fretless banjo, accordion, drums, throat singing, inflammables.
Look ma! mp3s!