...30 minutes later he jerks up and snaps around to look at the clock: "where did the time go?" he wonders aloud.
Where indeed did the time go? Answer that and you'll have discovered the secret of the Arts Lab; much as you'd like to write them and their friends (Norman Blake, Sonic Boom, Disinformation and Prokect D.A.R.K) off as pretentious nobs nobbing around with broken answering machines, battery chargers and ZX81s, you soon find yourself being soothed and transported by the gentle undulation and sweet synthetic womb rhythms, the mains hum and the random noise. Best just to go with the (electron) flow. PO Box 7001, Glasgow, G44 4YZ