You’re at the end of your tether. Your workmates think you’re a vile wee shit, your partner can’t stand to look at you and people laugh at you on the street. You come home to your drab wee council flat and spend the evening recollecting all the things that have gone wrong in your life.You think “if I die, will anyone notice I’m gone?” Then you realise- you have nothing left to live for. You find a shotgun amongst the detritus of your meagre personal belongings and you put it under your chin. You’re about to pull the trigger when you hear something. It’s a radio show. The band on are playing obscure alternative songs inspired by post-punk and avant-garde blues. You catch the name- it’s ‘Natalie Pryce’. You listen for a few minutes. You find yourself interested in the strange, narrative lyrics. You find yourself enjoying the tunes. Then you think “maybe life isn’t so bad after all. Maybe everything will be alright.”

They find your brains all over the kitchen work surface the next morning.

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