From the second disc of A Cornucopia, Permafrost was written in the heat of a hotel balcony in Portugal in 2019; before anyone had heard of covid or lockdown.
Instead the overpowering sense of frozen inertia and stasis evoked within Permafrost's chord structure and melody comes from the seventeenth century frost fairs held on the icebound river Thames. Bonfires were actually lit midstream, the ice was solid enough to support them. A hauntingly unusual chord sequence, with an implied but non-existent key change and some wonderful muted trumpet from Bob Dinn. It fits the weird post-festive time of January where time stretches and the month seems as though its weeks are repeating.
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