Harvey Freeman has no idea who the man who attacked him was, or why he did it. A little over a year ago, Graphic Nature’s frontman was on a train in London, headphones on, head in a book, business his own, making the same evening journey as he ever did back home to his wife. With no warning, in a short, violent moment, his life was suddenly changed. He’d got a vibe from the guy who sat down a couple of seats away, but didn’t think much of it. Weird people on public transport are nothing new. Who interacts with anyone on the train in London, anyway? It’s fine. Back to the book. “I was like, ‘This guy’s kind of weird, because he’s got his hood up, and he’s got something over his face,’” tells Harvey today. “But, you know, what have I got t...