Photography by Linda Chasteau, (to whom, as ever, huge thanks), four b&w and most supra-mystical, moody and magical images, (and one of Stobb in colour - well, drummers don't get much photographed on stage, do they). 

You might perhaps be thinking that the mistiness in these shots came from dry ice, but I'd like to think that really it was caused by ages old and ghostly smoke and steam drifting in from Kings Cross station. 

[Linda tells me that really The Key is about 10 mins away from the station, a bit off the beaten track and near a canal and warehouses with lots of roadworks & redevelopment and the whole area looks like a building site. 

But never mind, eh].

NG