Keane - Interview at Holmwood House - 18th September 2012

Dusk has fallen, the trees are rustling as they settle into the gathering darkness and from a nearby vegetable patch the dull thud of a spade shovelling dirt rings out. After a few scrapes and morbid scratchings, the wood on wood bang of a mallet can be heard as a wooden cross is thumped determinedly into damp soil. It’s marking a long, tapered mound of earth, raised just alongside a bed of sweet-pea and carrots. For those not in the know, it looks like the final resting place of a tall, oddly shaped huma