Dead Scientists perform their quarantine cover of one of their favourite songs, Postcards From Italy, by the brilliant band Beirut.

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Beirut - Postcards from Italy (cover)

Deeper than the yawning lake and darker than the shade of the willow, Bella sleeps in her Wychelm tree. 
When the children find her the truth will be far beyond this mortal judiciary. 
Holding hands of glory and reaching for the sky, feet planted in the earth yet eyes longing for the sky. 
Maybe the spiders saw the features, maybe it’s a love that can never be. All you have is the question; who put Bella in the Wychelm tree?

Video produced and directed by Ross C, Dead Scientists.
Written and recorded by DEAD SCIENTISTS in 2021
Produced and mixed by Dan C (DEAD SCIENTISTS)
Mastered by Steve Kitch @ Steve Kitch Mastering

Wychelm

Thin

It's hard to retain any sense of optimism when the fate of humanity hinges entirely on the political will to act on addressing the climate crisis.

In a choice between our own survival and business as usual, it seems that we are doomed to be passengers in a car hurtling towards a wall at breakneck speed.

Instead of even thinking about hitting the brakes we are flooring the gas and simultaneously deriding anybody who suggests braking to be part of some radical, 'anti-growth' coalition.

So it seems we are endlessly stuck in a Doom Loop.

This is a song about those doom loop blues. The ones that we are all struggling with.

We're drowning if this doesn't change.
/ /

The Doom Loop Blues

Curator's Block

DEAD SCIENTISTS perform a live version of their track DISTANCE.

Written just as the world was heading into lockdown, Distance captures the anxiety of going into the unknown and the all-consuming powerlessness.

DISTANCE (Live)

WE WILL FIND THE WORDS
In a world sick of experts, how do you explain the damage we have done to the planet to your children? To your grandchildren?

WE WILL FIND THE WORDS

They didn't see it because it wasn't there. The world began to unravel and fracture. Beneath the dirt, buried; warnings for the future.

THREE POINT SIX

It is summer in the city.
The sun is going down and you can’t escape the heat. You can't escape the doubts about what the universe might have in store.
You think you'll never make it out of this life alive and all of the beauty of the summer won't change that.
Another anxious evening where you feel the universal fade.