I remember the first time I saw Lungfish play live. Talking Songs For Walking had just been released and they played at the Duchess of York pub in Leeds. I remember the bizarre frontman, covered in sailor tattoos with a huge beard, making all kinds of weird contortions and hand gestures while belting out melodic poetry. More than anything I remember being absolutely blown away. The greatest record from one of the greatest bands from the post-hardcore era. Melodic, intense, minimal, yet full of energy. Amazing. Enough said.