In a dystopian future where the Earth is recovering from a nuclear holocaust, sentient androids are guarding humankind's legacy in a hidden base on the moon. When an asteroid destroys much of the base CHORA returns to earth to decide if humans are worthy of receiving the knowledge that has been so closely protected for a thousand years.
credits
released March 6, 2017

Written by Alan D. Boyd, Annabelle Mitchell & Roman Turtev
Produced by Alan D. Boyd
Engineered by Alan D. Boyd & Roman Turtev
Mastered by Nick Taylor at Air-Edel
Artwork by Video Mat

Vocals - Annabelle Mitchell
Guitar, Bass, Percussion & Programming - Alan D. Boyd
Drums & Percussion - Roman Turtev
Additional guitar on 'This is Not My Ideal' - Ray Russell

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Heading Back

From Mo Foster: 

In January I heard that Jeff Beck had just died. That was so sad. He was a friend, a mentor, and an inspiration. I couldn’t take it in. I still can’t. The news reported that 'after suddenly contracting bacterial meningitis, he peacefully passed away'. It made no sense. I needed to hear him play, and dug out a cassette.   

During 1980 the band had recorded an album (There And Back), made two tours of the States, one tour of Japan, and in 1981 a UK tour was to be our final appearance. It had been a life-enhancing experience.                                                                   The UK itinerary:                                                                               
Train to Newcastle, Drive to Edinburgh, Drive to Manchester, Drive to Birmingham, Drive to London. T

he very last gig was to be at Hammersmith Odeon (now Apollo). It was an emotional night, and the band played beautifully. Jeff’s old mate Jimmy Page joined us onstage for the final encore. But just before this we had spontaneously decided to play a simple three chord blues. 

This was not rehearsed. I happened to have with me my Sony recording Walkman, which I just left on the stage between me and Simon. I hoped that Jeff and Tony would be audible from the monitors. So here is my own recording of the gig.
                  
Year: 1981                                                                                      
Artist: Jeff Beck Band                                                                  
Venue: Hammersmith Odeon, London                                      
Track: Blues in A (© Mo Foster)                                                      Producer: Mo Foster                                                             
Composers: Jeff Beck, Mo Foster, Simon Phillips, Tony Hymas Musicians:                                                                                           
Jeff Beck:                 Electric Guitar                                  
Mo Foster:                 Bass Guitar                          
Simon Phillips:          Drums                                        
Tony Hymas:             Yamaha CP70 Electric Piano

Blues in A

10. Coup de Cerveau

06. Couleur Fièvre

04. Chasseurs de la Nuit

01. Temps de Réfléchir

05. Nuages Horlogers

02. Printemps Insoumis

08. L'affaire du Temps

07. Rêves Aquatiques

03. Éclats Dans la Brume

09. S'échapper

The Telling of the Truth is the blistering new single from Little Sparta. The London band with a Scottish heart has once more joined forces with vocalist Sally Timms (the Mekons) on a track that resonates with bright, rhythmic guitars from Alan Boyd, spiralling violin lines from Susie Honeyman and pounding drums from Scott Skinner.

Written and recorded during a feverish final session at Alan D. Boyd’s long-standing – now sadly long-gone – North London studio, the song finds Little Sparta in passionate, swaggering mode, delivering a wave of melodic thunder to beautifully complement Timms’s effortlessly cool vocals. 

The lyrics: Can this be a low? / What will you deduce? / Everything’s contingent / On the telling of the truth, could just as likely be exploring the intricacies and duplicities of personal relationships as serving as a commentary on the dark and manipulative, post-truth world we live in.

On 2020’s Lost Boat Party (now available on vinyl through ElasticStage), Little Sparta conjured images of revellers lost at sea, drifting in the fog, sea shanties echoing into the night. With The Telling of the Truth, Little Sparta offers a glimpse of upcoming album, Late Show [or whatever we’re calling the new record], an unquestionably darker affair – a window into a crumbling building, as the band defiantly plays on and on. 

Artwork by Grey Gallery artist Covadonga Valdes

The Telling of the Truth

Goodbye is the sound of things falling away—quietly, without ceremony. Sung by Alan D. Boyd, the track is a stark, elegiac piece shaped by personal loss: the end of a marriage, the death of a father, the slow erosion of trust. The band holds the space carefully—guitars drift, drums drive at a distance, and the vocal sits close, unguarded.

There is no clear resolution here. Just a series of recognitions: that grief is shapeless, that memory distorts, that some things don’t return. “I kept going forward / I never looked back / I kept falling down / I’m lost on this track.” The refrain of Goodbye repeats not for emphasis, but because it’s all that’s left to say.

Written and recorded as an improvisation by the band, the song is deliberately raw—captured in a form that resists polish or performance. It’s not an anthem, but a letting go. One person’s attempt to name what can’t be put back together.
lyrics
Goodbye

We stared at the ocean
I wished I was dead
I stared at the ocean
Through the back of your head
I kept going forward
I never looked back
I kept falling down
Im lost on this track

Ah good bye
Goodbye goodbye
Goodbye
Oh I tried

I woke up late
What else is new
I woke up late
And i was looking for you
Now I never get started
It always takes too much time
I’ve got all the answers sitting
in the back of my mind

Ah good bye
Goodbye goodbye
Goodbyer
Where have you gone

I feel so pleased with some things
I think it will last
But nothing happens
Can I take it all back
By the time I get into
What is happening next
All the rage that you said something
I always forget

You’re gone
you’re gone you’re gone
You’re gone
you’re gone you’re gone

The edge of the night
Has taken it’s toll
Hits like a highway
Hits like a road

But maybe togehter
We could be friends
We could do it together
Just fall to pieces again

And I’d take all those pieces
Through somewhere outside
Settle back down
And I would just learn how to cry

Take all the pieces and
Throw them outside
Get back together
We got all the time

Goodbye Goodbye
Goodbye Goodbye
Goodbye Goodbye
Goodbye Goodbye

Goodbye Goodbye
I’m just saying goodbye
Goodbye Goodbye

Goodbye Goodbye
Goodbye Goodbye
Goodbye Goodbye
credits
released August 29, 2025
Alan D Boyd: Guitar & Vocal
Susie Honeyman: Violin
Scott Skinner: Drums

Words & Music by Little Sparta

Carnero Records

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