Nadine Sellers reads her poem Sea Song against a background soundscape by Dagga Punishment.

Sea Song by Nadine Sellers

Knocking out a demented little groove on the ribs of a reclining skeleton.

Or something.

House of Green Smoke

A stainless steel bowl half full of water from the kitchen tap, a small brass bell covered in verdigris, along with my dubious vocal abilities, all sampled, stretched and processed in various ways.

For some reason.

Waterpot, Bell, Voice I

A little soundtrack or theme for a recent waking nightmare.

Stalkers

Unknowingly carrying a little bit of it around with us every day.

Pocket Apocalypse

I meant this to have a beat and a little more texture but my DAW had other ideas, so this is what's left.

Nothing, As Promised

Sea Song (English/French) by Nadine Sellers

Curled up and sleeping peacefully in the dark.