You may not know it, but what you need in your life right now is a five track EP of mainly instrumental music featuring an eight-and-a-half-minute short story read to you by a man with a light, lyrical Sheffield accent. That EP is here. It’s called the Nether Edge EP, it’s by Fairewell, one of our favourite bands, and it’s brilliant.Lots of bands pretend to take risks and try to do something new and exciting, but very few do. Most "creativity" in music is just a waiting period before that next big car advert to come their way. Fairewell, which is the project of a man called Johnny White, is an exception to that rule. The man is all about originality, like a ridged crisp or a pizza with a hot dog stuffed into it but you know, not awful.When Fairewell’s first album, Poor, Poor Grendel came out on SonicCathedral at the end of 2011, I interviewed him and he told me that Simon Schama was history’s greatest monster. Fairewell’s use of endlessly, intricately varied repetition puts him alongside modern classical composers Arvo Part and Simeon Ten Holt, albeit if those guys were a little more interested in Black Metal bands like Lurker of Chalice. Johnny sent us a little guide to his EP:When I was thirteen my friend Josh had a birthday party in Pizza Hut but he didn’t invite me, so I followed them to Pizza Hut, bought a loaf of sliced white bread from the Tesco in Berkley Precinct and sat on the curb over the road and stared at them through the large full-length windows, eating the bread. I have no memory of the decision making process behind this, I just remember finding myself there, eating this bread, ruining his birthday party. I was thinking about this last year and it made me consider the odd dreamy unthinking emptiness of being a teenager and I wrote Nether Edge, which I thought would make a good storytape, so I made it into one.The other songs are mainly instrumental but it’s all basically about the same thing which, far from being some niche discovery of mine, is actually something we’re all feeling really acutely at all times. If your hometown gives you that funny feeling of nostalgia that seems to refer to an endless Sunday in a past-life, or if you’ve ever been hexed by a cassette, or if you've ever found yourself sat on the curb, staring with a wild sadness through the windows of Pizza Hut, then this is probably up your street. Address all complaints to the years 1997-1999.