Recording in Kipper’s barn in sunny Surrey. Copious amounts of tea and coffee. Brie and chutney on French bread. The majestic Terl Bryant laying down drums to the ghost of Sadie’s vocal. Lizzie tracking harmonies, fingers tap-dancing in the air. The electric guitar soaring into the heavens, howling like Orpheus in the bowels of the earth. A song to charm the birds, fish and wild beasts, coax the trees and rocks into dance, and divert the course of rivers. ‘Use It Up’. Two chords and a heartbeat.