Still Life

Until Your Breathing Drowns It Out

Taller Tree

Ocean On All Sides

Low Road

Gesticulating Wildly

Dark Pockets

A whole lot of unchanging will come sliding down the rails
Returning into station
Declaring itself
unphased by outside influence
It powered its way through
The same busted machine
As if that were good news

A circle of protection
I'm drawing out the plans
Growing by intuition and the power of my hands
I'm dreaming of a future 
That does not mine the past
Retelling ancient stories
As if they were the last

No hand in intervention will come swinging from the sky
Everything that will happen we are seeding in our lives
And - pulled from all directions - we'll be tied into a braid

That cannot be undone

The Moistest Beak

Take It Or Leave It

Blue & Black

Forever

You Belong to No-one (But I Belong to You)

Dead Slow Disco

I Hope You Never Say a Word

Between The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

Keep the Ball Rolling

Blood Breath

Dom Lo - Guitar 
Sam Webb - Drums 
Luke Featherstone - Bass + Vocals 
Hugo Lynch - Guitar + Vocals 

Recorded at Half Price Records by Lewis Warren 
Mixed at Weird Smiling Ltd. by Benji Compton 
Mastered at Melograf Mastering by Christopher Leary 

Artwork by Luke Featherstone

An Island Keen To Float

Put the good kids to bed
With a kiss on their forehead
Before you  go out tonight
To set those tough ones right

The lowest hanging fruit
Will be the first to drop
And ferment on the floor
Unnoticed from the top

There's pressure on all side
Vinegar will rise
And everything will turn
It's a matter of time

They're making poison here
They're marking down the year
They'll leave it to mature
They'll pour it on the floor

A claret red well aged
Corked up and stowed away
Picked out at our request
Our stuck up nose to test

Some misery to down
So sad the poor things drowned
And churned up for their sins
To dribble down our chins

Red laced
Boots and braced
And a box cutter too
Whatever they don't like
They'll try to cut it out of you

Wine Country

Below

Chromoluminarist

No Reunions

Each Day Disaster

Without their contribution to hold your sedan chair
You'd be plummeting to earth
Towards a ground now unfamiliar
Your life is like a monument to small achievements lost
That you'll never see in profile from a platform at the top

A taller tree will never reach its roots without a drop
And none would force the branches down for fear of getting knocked
Recognise the growth that cannot continue unstopped
In spite of much objection it cannot

So enthusiastic returning into frame
Smiling to camera
Never looking offstage
The audience is everywhere electric signals reach
You are a confident performer of words devoid of meaning

A taller tree will never reach its roots without a drop
And none would force the branches down for fear of getting knocked
Recognise the growth that cannot continue unstopped
In spite of much objection it cannot

A taller tree will never reach its roots without a drop
It's time to cut the branches back
All tangled up in knots
Recognise the growth that cannot continue unstopped
In spite of much objection it cannot

Bittersweet, anthemic, melancholy alt-rock made in Sheffield.

Dead Slow Hoot combine poetic lyricism with rich musical textures and sparse sonic landscapes to fill your ears with melancholy musings. After the release of their EP 'I Suppose They Were Better Off As Dead', Dead Slow Hoot have progressed to playing larger and larger stages, receiving critical praise from the likes of BBC Radio 6 Music in the process.

'Frontman Hugo Lynch delivers powerful, poignant vocals that culminate into an impressive mix of reverb drenched guitar riffs, dreamy melodies and energetic drums that will make the hairs on the back of your neck stand to attention and demand more' - English Rain Records

'Sounds like a haunting version of the Doctor Who theme if it were written by Danny Elfman and directed by Tim Burton as a glam rock opera' - Backseat Mafia

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