The Hurdy Gurdy Song is a deep drone heard through time. It is a masterpiece of psycho-cosmology that fuses the ancient music of the British Isles with the frenetic sound of now. It is the sound of euphoria and melancholia, locked together in constant battle that neither wants to win. It is an elemental sound, like a sped up version of this country’s weather. It is an anthem of disruption, of playful provocation and sonic sedition. It is relentless and restless, like all good music should be. It sings down through all eternity, the crying of humanity. It channels the two greatest forms of folk music this country has produced: that of the peasant’s lyre and drum’n’bass. It is the Luddites turning up to Metalheadz after a day of smashing stuff. It offers power tools for the people. They just need to pick them up and use them.