"We like traditional civilisations—their authenticity, their carnal and
wordly obviousness. We've learnt to come close to them, imitating their
sounds and phonetics. Our songs are fruit ripened under the sun of the
world. We are language mincers, lovers of mystery. We sing, with our
teeth and throats, languages which are knowledge through strangeness
and secrecy; Babel; the glitter of nightfall; love fallent and
desperate; the scansion of laugh."
