I n Coventry there is
only escape.

We've been at the end of our tether for most of our lives. We still believe in magic.

We think our pop music is accurate and romantic. And as all becomes reliable, glad to keep its share, we stare out and face off, in a style war of our own imagining, all those who've forced us through to this culmination, this other way of seeing, this depthless love.

Our heritage is a virus. We delight in the discharge.

The world is wrong. We're right. Take yr pick...