Most of The Peach Tree’s works up until now could easily have been called “A Scrapbook”.

People often ask Angus, the man behind the music, how he is so prolific (this is his 18th album). 

It is because he rarely screens his own material. Angus learned very early not to second-guess what comes out in the creative process. It forms from the subconscious for a reason, and if the artist desires to share his or her work with the world, then there is no point censoring, altering or deleting tracks that “might not work” - that’s pandering to trends and sociology. 

After all, art is about expression. Even if something doesn’t quite fit an album, The Peach Tree is still inclined to release it, just because it was made. As simple as that. 

Often The Peach Tree’s albums just start to “click into place” as he comes close to finishing them. It’s as if all the stuff Angus has been pasting into the scrapbook of his homestudio suddenly becomes a cohesive body of work. 

This album continues the eclectic artist’s tendency towards genre-blurring and mish-mashing styles, with an underlying theme. 

The work certainly started as just a bunch of tracks that were “thrown together”; yet through the magick of The Creative Process it turned out to be an album that holds together simply by the “Glue” of toil and perseverance: ironing out kinks here and there, forging links as they arose, and polishing the whole thing up until it sparkles fluently.