Meggie Brown rehearses from a windowless room in a North London warehouse. It functions as a shared bedroom and rehearsal space, with pedals cluttering the floor and lyrics on brown paper covering the walls. Where the speakers pick up radio frequencies and the dog senses a haunted presence in the corner. The lyrics take on the breakdown of communication between people and the dark side of the human psyche, and yet from the room emerges a playful, raw and timeless sound that deals with these themes theatrically and therapeutically.
