He lived in a small two-storey tower at the back of a house, and I climbed the stairs to his bedroom, where he’d set out two chairs. He then played me three songs. Two of them were amazing, and one in particular, Demon Days, I immediately thought was one of the best four or five he’d ever written. It was a waltz ballad, and as he strummed and sang it, with a beautiful instrumental section included, I looked at him in wonder. And I’m glad that at that moment, as the room went still, I said: "For the next 18 months, I’m going to be writing just to catch up with you." He laughed, but it was true.
"Demon Days" is one of my favorite songs of this year. It's truly a McLennan song, and Forster sounds as if his voice is on the verge of breaking just singing it. So sad.