Dearest Stowaways,

Apologies for our absence. We notice that most of the fires we started on your planet have gone out -- just when it was getting pretty cold for most of you. Please accept our humblest, most regretful Molotov cocktails.

Also, we realise we have been fairly silent. In space no one can hear us tell the tales of Victoria Frankenstein, the Starship Nosferatu, or the infamous Dorian Grey.

Don't worry, though. We'll play them within the bounds of your atmosphere in the very near future, when they are polished and ready. We're expecting a landing in February time -- one gig in London, another in Oxford -- so be careful where you're planning to be that month. We would hate for you to miss out.

Until then, good luck with your next year, humans. Watch the skies.

-The Mechanisms