Driven By Data

Islands in the Sky

When I’m Free

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“The Planes”, is a gorgeously twinkly retro gem that instantly pleases on the ear with its silky-smooth
layers of haunting psychedelic harmonies and fuzzy guitar leads. There’s a crisp organic sound
encasing the track as stunning streams of consciousness collide in shimmering audio gold.
Recorded in a farmhouse in the English countryside, “The Walls” brings Holly full circle from her
previous Los Angeles recorded album. Finely crafted arrangements, sonic musings, and playful
themes take us on a journey with Holly as she deconstructs her Brit Pop and classic influences and

reassembles them into progressive-folk wonderment. 

On “The Walls”, Holly said, “This album sits within a sense of place. As a songwriter, I can only speak
of my own thoughts of home and belonging. I suppose this record is a wandering eye over the fleeting
moments from the last few years, of when I felt at home, and when I didn’t. When I felt like the walls
were tumbling, when they kept me safe, and when they became my prison. I learned the only way of

breaking these patterns, was to let people step over the threshold.

Holly Henderson - The Planes

Official audio for "Halfway Crooks" by Letting Up Despite Great Faults. Taken from the EP 'Crumble' - ORDER CD + Cassette: https://lettingup.bandcamp.com

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Mastered by Simon Scott
Art by Lydia Starkey

I've been dreading the next part
I know you’re caught between
I know your revery
I know your apathy
When I come home I wonder who you’ll be
Are we halfway crooks
Sugarcoat my looks
How can you be free when you’re only half the things
You have one foot out the door
We could have been so much more 
You have one foot out the door
I know we aren’t cool anymore
Your elastic heart in your little kingdom
Never there
Never tears
Never seems to care
You have one foot out the door
We could have been so much more 
You have one foot out the door
Why do I come back for more
It’s the way you move me

Crumble

Halfway Crooks

Something About This Place

Winlaton (win-lay-ton) is the third single released by the Ilfords since their 2022 rebirth.

Our David on Winlaton: 'Winlaton was written during deep lockdown. Nothing was open and late night running was the only space I had to myself. I suppose it reflects on what methods you can try to use when you feel lost. On one late night trek however, I realised I wasn’t just lost mentally at that time but geographically as I’d managed to run all the way to Winlaton.'

Produced, Engineered and Mixed by Ady Hall and Lee McCarthy of Sugar House Productions
Recorded at Catalyst Studios, St Helens
Mastered by Nick Watson of Fluid Mastering

Winlaton

Alison Eales - Ever Forward

DeVito

This tune is a reminder and a plea. Our current economic climate doesn't make it easy for all to step outside and breathe, take notice of the small things and reliece the pressures that exist in our individual worlds. How wild swimming and standing by trees can regulate our vagus nerve, grounding us in our nervous system allowing us to connect with each other, relax. So it's a reminder, that even if accesss is hard, and housing is hard, and everything is hard, get a bit of fresh air, fresh water, when you can, find a plant, even in the most concrete of landscapes there is always a bit of life.

Opening with a variation on the Georgian folk song 'ბინდისფერია სოფელი' Bindisperia Sopeli taught to me by @nino.naneishvili
Part of the lyrics translates as -
The color of the world is twilight, and is getting darker. In an age where it is easier to imagine dystopia than a hopeful future this song really touched on some of what I was feeling whilst writing 'staring at the grain'.


Lyrics -
Slate and grass and water running fast and o’er over hill,
Over hill and to the lake here there will find the freshest fill,

Undulating mountains pasture slowly beginning to fade,
Hoping that the life clings on here even in the summer’s shade,

Our trees are arteries and our trees are arteries

Twigs and leaf and bark are witness
To the drowning of the hill
Over copse and to the vale here
We won’t find the waters still, mmm...

Beckoning the forest shelters
Axed and planed and sawn in shape
Sweep away last cherry stones
Burn humble hope in fire place

Our trees are arteries and our trees are arteries

Cos nothing cures delirium like staring at the grain the tiny knotted faces help the trees to explain about their life before the plank, the twisted beech and straightened ash

staring at the grain

New single by Geordie punk group Swine Tax, featuring guest vocals by Robyn of bigfatbig fame.

Words & music by Swine Tax.
Artwork by Vince L.

The Master

Casual Drag