Dearest Internet

The stirrings above do not go unnoticed down here in the depths of Art Brut Central Administration. With our ears to the moist rocky outcrops, we have come to distinguish the surface world vibration from the surrounding violent seismic activity. Over recent weeks, it has come to your humble suitors attention that a fresh Brutish tentacle is preparing to thrust itself into the soggy midriff of the public consciousness.

The cause of this? Several months ago, soon after Art Brut began their epic battle with our Satanic brethren, a slow moaning began; a monotonous, haunting groan seeping through the fault lines. At first it was hard to make out the words. It seemed a forgotten language, an ancient dialect not heard within these forgotten mines for millennia. However, after several sleepless weeks, the incantation became louder, clearer; meaning began to drag itself through the cracks in the cells. Soon everywhere I walked, slept, ate, reverberated with the same deafening incantation - five beautiful, trembling words...

'DC...COMICS...AND...CHOCOLATE...MILKSHAKE'

Then, three nights ago, a date appeared to me in a dream. The nightmarish mists worked their way into the numbers and letters, guiding my way...

'24th August... Digital.... Only... Release...'

These are auspicious times. The oracles have spoken. Get ready to put a new single in your face.

yours, a haruspex,

Barnaby Fudge