I wanted – and I got – this superb limited edition T-shirt from Dead Letters Spell Out Dead Words, a subscription-only hand-made screenprinted item made from the finest mummified cotton of Ancient Egypt! If it had just arrived in time for Halloween, I mighta worn it in order to radiate deathly vibes throughout the neighbourhood last Sunday. I’m sure that all who saw me clad in this grisly shroud would have fainted, mostly from sensations of sheer jealousy. Also in the package, an extra surprise cassette – 30 minutes of chilling, sinister bleak drone by Mr Ekelund himself, issued on his own label as No Words (WHEN SKIES ARE GREY #31). What better way can you think of to usher in the month of November?