Once I actually get in the studio and I start working, I'm fine, but it's just getting there and these hours of torment with myself and self doubt, thinking 'I'm useless' and 'Who am I, conning myself into thinking I can do it again.'

The gloves are like a second skin. They are part of me. An extension of me. I become hyperreal.

I just love crafting and shaping sounds... I like to breathe my own life into these sounds

I get so fed up with the making of an album taking over my life - it's all I can think about or talk about. You find yourself in a rut and lacking inspiration and it's hard to get out of that because I'm working alone in the studio.

I just try to do day to day. I'm really bad like that. People get annoyed with me for not thinking far enough in advance. Not having these big, grand goals. There's so much going on in the present. I have trouble dealing with anything longer than that.

Once I actually get in the studio and I start working, I'm fine, but it's just getting there and these hours of torment with myself and self doubt, thinking 'I'm useless' and 'Who am I, conning myself into thinking I can do it again.'

Inspiration hits me at the most annoying times. Like when I am on my bicycle going back home from the studio at 3 a.m.. I've many crackly recordings into my mobile phone practically inaudible from the wind rushing into the handset!