An old drawing in a school exercise book by some notes on 'Macbeth'  

Stick Men climbing  an impossible staircase, the legend  'Never Trust a Witch' scrawled next to it

(this is of course very bad advice, smash the patriarchy)

Ripped out by an angry repressed Head of English Teacher.

          But  they returned. Spotted on a  College  whiteboard ( white?  board? )    spikier with  more fire and spears aflame, near a dog track North of Birmingham.  

And when Local Glam Racket bands  nearly succumbed to 'The Numbening'   They were there again in sound now. Sound and Vision.

        They  lay dormant through the crash and disease and the first lost decade,   But have lately pierced the static and apparitioned a long long way West.   Help them to articulate their ( untrustworthy)   message of hope.       Be wary