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In an age of fine tuned disposability, Adrian Elton thumbs convention, championing the gentle art of song, conjouring up stories whose arrangements, melodies and lyrics pitch tent in your ears, defying eviction notices. Author of a robust catalogue of material twice as voluminous as that of The Beatles, Master Elton genre surfs with a glee akin to a nineteenth century lad in a boiled lolly shop. Indeed, long before Master Elton was designing record sleeves for some of this nations greatest, he was holed up in his bedroom with guitar and four track recorder, refining the craft of ages (song writing you filthy beasts). In fact the only reason you haven't heard of him thus far is because he's been too busy fashioning the perfect demonstration reel. Indeed, having spent many a year tredding the beer sodden boards of Melbournes most salubrious public houses with a cavalcade of bands including Alice In Wonderpants, Aubergine, Grannyflat & Schnorer, Adrian went about the damning business