Deep inside a spiky Forest, lives a boy, known as moko.

moko once dwelled in a shiny City, amongst the hustle and the bustle, listening too loudly to a record, and smoking a long cigar.

But one day, the lights of the City streets began to fade, and the darktime swallowed everything (and everything in its place).

So, moko returned to his Forest. With a groove box, a-brim with fools gold.

There, he made his record, about a shrouded City, a sea and the humans that he loved – and who loved him back.

(Deep inside a spiky Forest, lives a boy, known as moko).