Johnny Dreamguns

The local vicar is dead, our plucky hero attempts to contact the recently deceased with disquieting results, the resulting vision is so deficient in meaning that it triggers an exclamation of unbridled frustration

You stumble upon Dreamguns in a rare moment of despair, voice clogged from permacold and temporarily operating from lunar studio “DGSkylab09”, he observes from afar and reflects on the absolute shit show. Watch out for the brief use of an unofficial “sidebottom” voice transformer device and the appearance of a mysterious stranger from another galaxy

Dreamguns paints you a picture of a dreary British day, the washing is getting wet, you just smashed a cup and now the neighbours are flinging shit at each other

“Susa” takes you on a journey to the quicksand mud flats of the Solway Firth, where Edward Longshanks spent his final days