![]() Inside the farmhouse is the other two-thirds of Fiat Lux – Ian Nelson, and blonde Dave Crickmore. Later, in conversation, he derisively defines the Rockist role as part of a ‘national association of rebels’, but as a slight concession to its conventions he’s got a token speeding fine accrued on this very bike, a fine that even now is impending. A vocalist on a single-handed mission to reinvent the Elephant Joke as stage dialogue. ![]() He grins easily, and perpetrates exactly the correct amount of slyly contagious humour into the band. Yet my approach – dodging puddles, looking for clues, triggers the door, and Steve Wright confirms, against the odds, that yes, this IS the Fiat Lux rehearsal studio. The only outward evidence of ‘music culture’ is a motorcycle strutted outside the backdoor, even that a modest non-Rockist Honda 250. A mud-slick farmyard overrun with spiky grass and dandelions. ![]() It’s the mist-smudged ‘Emmerdale’ wastes between Wakefield and Huddersfield, cold and crisp, with just a hint of sun. ![]()
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