Bronchitis

Bought from a clueless horder of pretty wooden things in 2001, this 1873 harmonium cost me £50. Prior to my intervention it was destined to be cannibalised into a bookcase by aforesaid hacking hack. An octave coupler to die for/pumping. Ideal for 'Janitor of Lunacy' and other such Teutonic baying-chanteuse standards. This hissing, whirring little bastard enjoyed its recording debut on my fourth album, Breathing Dead Air into Dead Kids, wheezing a bedrock to the piano on the final track The Disappeared, and on the overture. It's bellows threaten to implode if not attended to soon. Fuck.