It sneaks up on you, doesn't it - the desire for a family and a place to belong and endure? Especially when, for whatever reason, the family into which we were born does not satisfy those needs.

Have you heard of Diamanda Galas? She makes the sort of music I picture running through your head while you're twisted up at the writing table. (Jump to 1:30 to hear her really get going.)

She could have written the soundtrack to Crooked God Machine, I dare say.