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This is Florian Schneider's apartment in the Throat Hotel. It has been time-locked for him in 1979. But where is Florian?

While you wait for them to release some new material (and for the nifty MIDI file to download -- and guess which will take longer), you might want to peruse the following, composed during the endless hours spent on the platforms of Newcastle and Carlisle Stations.
Trans-Pennine Express

At Newcastle we board a bus on rails:
no food, no tables, and no place to pee.
Our train's Northern Spirit: oh God how we pray,
we could leave every morning by T.P.E.
Trans-Pennine Express

At Hexham we fry by a nuclear train,
we could be in York now and well on our way;
then in Carlisle we sit cause the Virgin's delayed -
no late connections on T.P.E.
Trans-Pennine Express

Complaisance takes patience
down to Lancaster City:
see Melvyn Bragg eat microwave curry -
it's not
Trans-Pennine Express

Past Leeds' techno centre's Italianate lums
our earplugs would fill up with bass and with drums
but if you cross the country and head for Dumfries
the lightning is sorely in need of a grease:
it's not
Trans-Pennine Express

Pass Dished and Flanged Ends, see Totty Construction,
there's Shoddy and Mungo - Christ knows what they make;
but Northern Spirit will stop at each junction
and take out their teabags and give them a shake.
It's not
Trans-Pennine Express

From station to station down to Manc Piccadilly
meet Mark E. Smith and Peter Shelley
on
Trans-Pennine Express
Trans-Pennine Express
Trans-Pennine Express
Trans-Pennine Express
Thanks to the guy who made the MIDI: I can't find my reference to your splendid work, but I will credit you as soon as I do.

Care to Obsess some more?