Ain’t Like It Used To Be

Thirteen tracks. Thirteen voices that dared to break silence.

From Daniel Ellsberg handing over the Pentagon Papers to the modern struggles of Matthew Chenoweth Wright, Blow traces a lineage of whistleblowers who chose truth over comfort, disclosure over complicity. Each track takes its sonic cues from the era and mood of its subject — folk protest, punk defiance, electronic paranoia, glitch-jazz catharsis.

This isn’t a history lesson; it’s a soundscape of risk and revelation. Every whistle blast becomes a note, every secret unveiled becomes rhythm. The album moves chronologically, building a tapestry of courage and consequence: Cold War secrets, corporate scandals, digital leaks, and finally the physicist’s own coda.

Blows aren’t always clean, and neither is this music — it’s urgent, jagged, insistent. These songs remember those who raised alarms when the world wasn’t ready to listen, and they ask: when the next whistle sounds, will you hear it?

Rigor Mortis

Cameo