musicforvoyeurs began on morphine and crutches, when rick ended up in hospital after the death of his girlfriend. as he learnt how to walk again, he taught himself the piano and found his old guitars from a lifetime ago, something to get him through a lonely london winter. awake all night, he found comfort in the lost souls of a darkened world where no one sleeps, just the sound of religious zealots begging to save you at four in the morning through the television screen. musicforvoyeurs is melancholy and loss, unrequited love, death and the sadness of fading passion, the sound of sparklehorse’s spirit haunting eluvium’s loops, the boards of canada snorting mephedrone with the cure.