For this outing (or is it an inning?) There Is No There There will tiptoe back from techno and other steppers to revive the show's original off-screen cursor in the bush of culture: truncated pop, elongated avant dins and AWOL dirges.

After a steady binge of folk music from the Black Sea, Balkans, Caucuses, Taurus Mountains, Greek Isles and the Eurasian Steppe – expect reeds, sheep choirs, pagan fertility moans and ecclesiasticistic redemption. "The descent to hell is the same from every place" (Anaxagoras).

All deserters welcome x