You're no one's friend but your own
I tried to reach out
But every touch leaves me cold
You locked me out

Took what you wanted
Not what you needed
I was blindsided 
To your faults

Coat my skin in salt
I want it to
Burn
'Cause nothing hurts like you

Coat my skin in salt
I want it to
Burn
'Cause nothing hurts like you

You're no one's friend but your own
I tried to reach out
But every touch leaves me cold
You locked me out

Took what you wanted
Not what you needed
I was blindsided 
To it all

Coat my skin in salt
I want it to
Burn
'Cause nothing hurts like you

Coat my skin in salt
I want it to
Burn
'Cause nothing hurts like you

✦

Written and produced by Annie Rew Shaw (Austel)
Mixed by Jess Camilleri
Mastered by Katie Tavini
Artwork by John Williams

https://linktr.ee/austel

Salt (Single Version)

"A Shimmer in the Ruins" is the closing track on the new Echo Machine record "Accidental Euphoria". 

And is the final single to be released before the album arrives! 

Pre-Order the record now - https://tinyurl.com/AEEMLPP
Out March 15th!

A Shimmer In The Ruins

Invisible Wall

Stream 'Every Day A Weekend' on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/21AtVxQ5sW7QiUDot6hsaZ?si=4728de9dc82943d5

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LYRICS;

VERSE 1
Here now, you know how it goes
Fears fall down like dominoes 
Leave your questions at home
Take this somewhere we don’t know

Let’s go!

Riding on the fast track 
Rolling with the rat pack 
Hit em with the tap tap 
Get ready for hand clap

Walking like a wild cat 
In a wild habitat
Make them all step back 
Are you ready for the impact? 

CHORUS
We make every day a weekend
Come play, every day’s a weekend
You can be free, it’s just a feeling
We make every day a weekend

VERSE 2
Rewrite the rules
Too cool for school
No time to lose 
It’s what we do

HOOK
Ooh
Ah 
Mmmm
La la la la la

Every Day A Weekend

Champagne

'Banana Arms' by Yassassin
Released 16.02.24

Written and Performed by Yassassin:
Stephanie J Anderson - Drums, percussion and bvox
Joanna Curwood - Guitar and vocals
Moa Norrsell Fahlander - Guitar and vocals
Anna Haara Kristoferson - Bass guitar and vocals

Recorded by Sam Ayres & Rachel Kenedy
Mixed by Shuta Shinoda
Mastered by John Webber at Air Studios

Banana Arms

Waiting Line

the Radio edit of Barstaff's next single 'Tracy Island'

Tracy Island (Radio Edit)

Horizon’s Glance marches into your ears like a squadron of juggernauts. Driven warbly guitars jangle like a death knell to all things ordinary. Inspired by the likes of Elbows “Grounds for Divorce” and The Smiths “How Soon is Now”.

Horizon's Glance

Rich

On Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/0suXExEJfAoRFqtDLujzBn?si=06ac7777308144da

I was a wild thing, wandered in from the cold
once you were aves, now a felidae this way prowls
today I felt so tired, deep down in my bones
tell me lies about me, and draw yourself a circle of salt

you need yourself, you need god,
you need a mother or a father or somebody that I’m not
you’re not a loser, you’re just lost
if I had the right map, I’d have handed it off

I could give you the world and you’d spit it back in my hands
gave you everything I had so we’d have a sliver of a chance
but my love only left you hungry, and your teeth, they pointed towards me
it put a chill in my spine that day, and baby it never left

but I fought it, I fought it, I fought it
and as I bled out on the floor your expression hardened
Said I never tried, my intentions were lies,
could only be a villain if not hero in the sky
you found out I was human after all
I suppose that was the omen of the fall
I carried the weight of the world, you carried on like nothing was wrong

you need yourself, you need god,
you need a mother or a father or somebody that I’m not
You’re not a loser, you’re just lost
if I had the right map I’d have handed it off
 
you need yourself, you need a god
you need a mystic or a doctor or somebody that I’m not
you’re not a loser, you’re just lost
and I had hands to feed you, til you chewed them off
 
you, couldn’t look the human part in the face most days, 
you, couldn’t wrap your head around the fact we work in different ways   
i talk too much shit and you don’t talk at all, til you lose your - 
figure we’d eventually fall, but to be honest I thought I was more strong

you need yourself, you need god,
you need a mother or a father or somebody that I’m not
You’re not a loser, you’re just lost
if I had the right map I’d have handed it off
 
you need yourself, you need a god
you need a mystic or a doctor or somebody that I’m not
you’re not a loser, you’re just lost
and I had hands to feed you, til you chewed them off

Yourself

‘Haunting and moody’ - BBC 6 MUSIC

‘Every note is placed for ultimate impact’ - THE LINE OF BEST FIT

‘Spectral, brooding melodies blended with effervescent electro-pop beats and ethereal vocals’ - LONDON IN STEREO

‘Reminiscent of a waking dream, opiate and intangible… Think Buckley’s Song To The Siren, only much more fragile, delicate and personal in content’ - FRESH ON THE NET

Austel - aka Annie Rew Shaw - is a Devon-born London-based artist and producer crafting introspective, brooding music led by ethereal vocals and intimate lyricism.

Influenced by a wide range of artists spanning from Bon Iver to Thom Yorke, Cocteau Twins to Jon Hopkins, Nick Cave to Lykke Li, Austel fuses her background in classical music and songwriting with ambient textures, cinematic soundscapes and contemplative electronica. Her self-released EPs ‘Unfold’ and ‘Cold Love’ received plaudits from the likes of BBC 6 Music, The Line Of Best Fit, O2 Music, BBC Introducing and Fresh On The Net. 

Austel’s latest single ‘Beds Of Stone’ was co-produced with Grammy-award-winning producer and engineer Guy Massey (The Beatles, Manic Street Preachers, Richard Hawley), and featured on Spotify UK & Ireland’s Fresh Finds, RTÉ, Amazing Radio & BBC Introducing. Her highly-anticipated debut album is scheduled for release in February 2024.

Salt (Single Version)

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