The love affair started with ‘Flaming Desire’. The single got played on the radio at least once, possibly more, and had me swooning with its propulsive rhythms, swirling synths and croonerish vocal – a weirder version of Blancmange, Yazoo on speed.
Sam Eastgate reveals how paranoid lizards and an addiction to moss, as well as a homemade “human drum machine” called GENE, have all fed into his latest LA Priest record