Debut Album from Chris Evans Collective. Recorded on 8 track half inch tape in DOA rehearsal rooms (Bolton, Lancs) after hours, it is the epitome of a lo-fi self produced album. Born into a world where music has forgotten how to punch people in the throat and drag them round the room by their hair telling them how it is, this album punches you in the throat and drags you round the room by the hair telling you exactly how it is!

01 Defiance

02 Hearts of Lancashire

03 Step Off

04 Someone Like You

05 Search for the Big 19

06 Chorley Old, Chorley New

07 Gun

08 Here's what you could've won

09 Look at you now

10 Freedom

Chris Evans Collective


Time has passed our wold by leaving in it’s trail many of the things that we still hold dear. The imprint on the mind of the imposing red brick mills that cast a shadow over our lives and the families from which we come. The empty spaces that used to be theatres and the modern prefab ikea flats and shoe box houses that stand in the places that used to hold the cinemas and football pitches that made us who we are, ache like a lost lover. Football grounds that shaped the lives of our forefathers, bus stations and, the imposing Mills that are beloved as our new jerusalem have been replaced by Satanic supermarkets. Our child hoods were set in the back streets of endless rows of terraced houses, the ginnels and forgotten woodlands near our homes. The delapidated gardens on the hills over our hometown sparked imaginations that have given birth to the people we are today. The television mast ever present that guides us home after our travels, to the comfort of people who are our kind and the torment of the lack of opportunity that stagnates the very thing that we can’t help but love. 

And so we arrive in the land of wall to wall tv, computer games and, internet shopping, into a society that has been mismanaged by those who have gone before us and changed beyond all recognition by those that have come after. 

All we know is Love, Loss and, Hate

We are compelled to communicate our aching, our hurt, our longing. This is us and our music is made out of what we are. We care not for your opinion it is of no consequence, our hope is embodied in our music and without it we are dead.