Curtains raise & lights blaze as a whirling dervish of ghoulish delight takes command of the stage, shrouded in half-forgotten hints of terror & robes of gloomy glee. This, Dearest Child, is HIDDEN GHOST BALLOON SHIP.

Those pipes of tender timbre belong to Trevor Naud. Listen as he describes for you his waking dreams, painted dimly across a steel wool sky. Take heed, for he tells of truths both past & to come.

The thunderous pounding & ploughing, propelling unto the impending precipice belongs to Little Tommy Daniels. More beast than man, though still possessing a certain fragile poetry, his rhythmic spells are certainly not for those of our audience with a wavering constitution.

Ah, the world is no longer safe as the Romantic Air Recording Company unleashes this eleven-piece alchemical concoction devised to lift these leaden spirits & set straight the phantasmagorical compass. Close your eyes, hold your breath & grab firm footing.

Behold the golden dawn!

Behold HIDDEN GHOST BALLOON SHIP!