The third and final leg of the Trans-Yorkshire Express is both a celebration and a timely reflection. For me, it navigates a personal passage through the scarred soundscapes of a bruised county (still one, though it has been quite literally hung, drawn, and quartered) 35 years after the civil war. The pits, steelworks, mills, factories have gone - only their resonance remains in blurred memory - but the battered communities are still viscerally visible as we pass by. What of them? How do they fare in this new world? This is perhaps not such a glamorous journey as Kraftwerk took through a recuperating Europe 40-odd years ago, but it is no less powerful or vital.
Favorite track: Engine Fields.