The welcome from its residents is equally warm.
Pumajaw, alias vocalist Maclure and electronic instrumentalist Wills, usher me into their home and out of the rain, offering hair-dryers, blankets and cups of tea before we’ve so much as exchanged introductions. We spend the afternoon by an open fire in a house that is also a recording studio for their genre-bending avant-pop, and a workshop for their stained-glass “day job”. It’s a building for which they left London, then Anstruther – and an idyllic retreat that keeps them, only just, from leaving us for Paris. “It’s great, we can do everything here,” smiles Londoner Wills. “We couldn’t really ask for more.”
