'1970 Sessions' available exclusively via bandcamp :
https://tompkinssquare.bandcamp.com/album/1970-sessions

Will Beeley came up in the Austin music scene of the 70’s with contemporaries like Townes Van Zandt, Steve Earle and Guy Clark.

Beeley recorded '1970 Sessions' as a follow up to his debut, Gallivantin', in 1970 in San Antonio, TX. Never released until now, the album was used as an audition tape for interested labels. Beeley would eventually sign to Malaco Records. 

Tompkins Square reissued Beeley's 70's albums Gallivantin' and Passing Dream in 2017. Beeley returned to the studio with producer Jerry DeCicca (Larry Jon Wilson) in 2018 for his first album in 40 years, Highways & Heart Attacks). Recorded by 5-time Grammy winner Joe Trevino (Los Lobos, Flaco Jimenez) and mixed by Stuart Sikes (Loretta Lynn's 'Van Lear Rose', Cat Power), Highways & Heart Attacks also features The Mavericks' Michael Guerra.

Pitch Black Sky by Will Beeley

Blue

Standing backwards in the rain
you never turned to me again
There's no surprise there's always pain
every time it starts to rain

Sitting around in the same place
you took all my thoughts away
The only sun in my only day
you took all my light away

Watching the road go
moving so slow
seeing your eyes close
feelings I don't know 

Every time I look into a mirror 
I see a face that wishes you were here
Give me one more day to look you in the eyes
and I promise I'll be done with my goodbyes

Watching the road go
moving so slow
seeing your eyes close
feelings I don't know

Backwards in the Rain

The 33rd full length record by Petrified Entity

Leave Me Be

I tried to speak but the air just shook,
Every word I had was one you took. 
The silence hums, but it stays too long
Im not awake.
A thousand faces I can’t mistake.
If love is gone then what am i.
A shadow falling through the sky.
Every word i had, was one you took.
If love is gone then what am i?
It fades too fast but it stays too long.

bardo

Crowns

One Shot

Golden Soul

I am the garden
that backs on to your train;
graffiti on a hoarding
sordid reading at close range.
Tights in the gutter.
Another shutter down forever.
I am bouquets at the side of the road.

Look for me in the tailback
as you drive the flyover.
I’m the wall of the underpass
Everyone’s eyes slide off me like egg. At last.

I’m the dark sockets
of a house with no power.
Trip switch lips.

Look for me in the now.

Have I broken into your heart yet?
Have I broken into your heart yet?
I’m talking in tongues again, I know. I know.
But have I?
Broken into your heart yet?

Look for me in the trees
at every roundabout you approach,
in hot black rubber tracks.

I am nettles in the hedgerow
a balloon, a blister pack.
I’m teething again
but this time it’s words, it’s words.

Stand firm Kate:
I make a sweep of my face,
and fake my forehead terror proof.
This is not the time to step out into your headlights.
Look for me in the now.
This is not the time to step out into your headlights.
Look for me in the now.

It’s in the words, the words, the words.
The words, the words, the words.
Look for me in the now.

The Now

Emergency Song by Midlight.

℗ 2021 Airdriver Records

Emergency Song

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

Taller Tree

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