Welcome To Castle Irwell- Crywank

My hero 2.m4a

To Have and To Hold is not a biography, a lecture, or a historical reconstruction. It is an imagined world — one you step into to feel your way around an idea rather than to learn it.

The album takes place loosely in early-20th-century Cambridge, at the moment when Western thought was beginning to strain under its own certainty. Science had proved astonishingly powerful at breaking reality into parts, explaining mechanisms, and producing results — yet at the same time it was encountering problems it could no longer fully contain. Probability was replacing certainty. Events mattered as much as objects. Meaning no longer sat still.

Out of this tension emerged process philosophy: the idea that reality is not made of finished things, but of ongoing happenings — that love, time, marriage, and even truth itself are not states you reach, but activities you keep participating in.

The album imagines this moment through a human lens. A mathematician trying to complete a system of logic. A thinker insisting that nothing important is ever truly finished. Proofs accumulating. Years passing. A marriage understood first as a statement, then slowly revealed as a practice. Love appearing not as romance in the foreground, but as something quietly unfolding elsewhere — happening whether it is attended to or not.

Rather than explaining these ideas directly, the songs allow you to inhabit them. You hear bells ring. You feel evenings close in. You sense the weight of unfinished work and the relief of letting something continue without control. The philosophy is not taught; it is lived.

This is a soft documentary in sound — an audio quantum leap into a world. Its purpose is not accuracy, quotation, or instruction, but immersion. By the time the album ends, you may not be able to define process philosophy in a sentence — but you may feel why it arose, what problem it was answering, and why it still matters.

To Have and To Hold is an exploration of commitment not as possession, but as attention.
Of marriage not as a conclusion, but as renewal.
Of understanding not as something you arrive at — but something that keeps happening.

If you listen closely, nothing here ever quite resolves.
But something continues.

Ten Years

Crywank - Leech Boy

i wanna boi, pwr bttm

here is a little cover of one of my all time favourite songs - all rights and credit go to cavetown, please check him out, his music is incredible

lyrics (by cavetown)
circling around the kitchen
why has nothing changed
feed cucumber sandwich to a pigeon
chipping nail varnish on guitar strings
got a pillow case made out of money
feeling pretty fake when i wake up
tissue paper castle paper caddy
scaly little friend's got my back up

didn't give me time to say goodbye in the way that i wanted to
so honey close your eyes and stay like you're supposed to do
don't you wanna give me time to write another song for you

PIGEON - CAVETOWN COVER

crywank - leech boy

TRYING

I Know Now

Pizza, Or Something Like That

Mia

Might sleep in
I'll call in sick
And everything about today 
Is cancelled
Sorry that I promised
That we'd finally get to hang
Holy shit, I've had about
Eight hours of rest
But I'm still tired
Every time
So tired
Thought I'd die 

Just tell me how I'm your favourite egg
So I don't ever have to feel alone again

-jason

crywank - leech boy

Alex Minovici