I kept on taking it on and then off, because something about this album really horrifies me. During the lockdown, before I got sober… I can’t wait for the next album so I don’t have to talk about this kind of stuff anymore, but for now, it’s still important in terms of explaining what I’ve been up to. For my lockdown walk I would buy a bottle of vodka and then go for a walk around Bromley and listen to one album every day. There are two albums that really stand out from that period of time that I kept playing: Scatology by Coil and this, so you can tell what kind of headspace I was in.

I felt such a sense of recognition when I discovered Dead Can Dance, because Brendan Perry seems to use the same instruments, the same techniques. His is maybe more of a world music approach, but still in the family, the same dulcimers, or the zithers, or the building up the electronic, the gothic. It’s like, ‘oh my God, it’s like, this is my new favourite band’. I was dark enough at that point to really just get completely lost into this album.

There aren’t that many male singers that I adore. Stephin Merritt. Leonard Cohen’s one of my favourite male voices, my friend Jack Powell, who passed away last year, and Brendan Perry. A boy that can be emotional, but right in the core of it, authentically in his fantasy, his beauty, his vulnerability, and in his strength – I find that with his singing on this.

When it first starts playing I don’t particularly like the sound of it, but I love it at the same time. I wonder whether that’s the point. It’s a series of descents into emotions which I feel I don’t really want to go today, but, at a certain point in my life, I really needed to go to Scatology world, I needed to go to this album. I remember the day when I listened to Within The Realm Of A Dying Sun. It feels like the pin I dropped in the middle of the pandemic, and that period of time is this album.