In October 1999 - disillusioned with our lack of success in the music industry - we put nearly twenty years worth of mastertapes into a box and buried it on a hillside in Galloway, Scotland. The original idea was to spread it to the four extremes of Scotland - furthest north, furthest south, east and west. We started in the south at Southerness in Galloway. (Being piss-poor at geography, we later discovered that this wasn't in fact the southernmost point in Scotland.)

Recently, my partner in musical-crime came across some rough demos of these songs and persuaded me to make one last effort to irritate the general public with our work. The ghost of home-recording reared it's ugly head and The Euphoria Project coughed and spluttered it's way back to the surface.