I hardly had time to grasp my pearls before they were off, movements as melancholy as they were funny but no time to giggle before the mask is ripped off and the raw black abyss of loss is revealed. Compulsive moments recall happier moments, like psychotic zoo animals doomed to tread the same days and steps over and over again, the loss of love, the loss of never being loved, tragedy and torment, infamous personal trauma and sour public intrusion,  bitterness and bereavement this duo turned tighter and tighter around the same centre of gravity. A black hole of heartbreak.