This runner of punk distortion was recorded many years ago in a large concrete box, a photography studio we had rented for the weekend, in the middle of a snowy Montreal winter. Adam sings, Mike plays drums. The things you find on a dusty old hard drive. I just came across it as I was sweeping megabytes. We never got around to releasing it. It would be a regret to let Adam’s singing fade into digital dust. This was the band Waterblues. Written by all.