Glass Violet - Bristol
Luna Bay - London
Razz - Germany
Bird Shoes - Bournemouth/London
Debbies - New South Wales
Slum Sociable - Melbourne
The Strands - Newcastle
The Drift - Birmingham
The Howlers - London
Mega Happy - Leeds
Akande - Wolverhampton
Serotones - York
Hawke - Dublin
Ives - Manchester

Episode 204 Of The Unheard Indie Podcast! 10th March 2021

The title song / single & a b-side from a new EP I'll be releasing via usual streaming & download outlets on Fri April 23rd 2021.

There will be an album - 'Afal' - a little later in the year. It's all finished and off to be pressed at the magic vinyl sonic induction factory.

'Have You Seen Lyra Today?' won't be on the album. It had a late night out and this is its punishment. It laughed when I told it.

All these songs were recorded at home.

My neighbours are saints, and my garden is very very overgrown, but you only live once, right?

Thanks for listening / diolch am wrando.

Mary Sees UFO's

‘Freshwater’ is Inland Murmur’s third single and the first recorded in their native Wales. Working with Owain Fleetwood Jenkins at StudiOwz in the wilds of Pembrokeshire, the band have crafted a track full of vintage sounds that reflects on a deep family connection with the western coastline.

Produced by: Owain Fleetwood Jenkins 
Engineered by: Owain Fleetwood Jenkins, Eline Brun
Mixed by: Pedro Caetano
Recorded at: StudiOwz
Mastered by: Felix Davies, Metropolis Studios

Freshwater

Composed, performed, programmed & produced by Wavesword "Marsy" Mars

Lyrics reproduced by the artist:

“I eat any bar that would use my family name
With the prejudice of caramel ”
My brother laughed at my display of rapperly flair
And the stars above applauded,
Upon the hill at night, he knew how to get through to me, simply
By refusing to treat this child like a child
And we’d catalogue everything in nature: the constellations;
Of what cheese the moon; a chorus of frogs, anything wild.
Perhaps alarmed by my tendency to vandalise
The chorus’ lillipads, dessicate habitats,
And my generally aggressive disposition, brother,
Master ever of the revealing question, asked “Say I could give
You anything; what do you really, really want?”
I said “I want to conquer everything in this galaxy I see,
Like our daddy would…”

"…I want to make mama out of mother
But a father out of dad
I want to punch the moon spinning
Through milky way and Mars bar
But most of all I just want
To make jelly out of the stars
And have a little wit, enough to spread it”

“Venus for academy, Mercury for a hunting ground,
And Mars for the party – no Mars a prison for villains
Whose villainy can’t be contained in earthly bounds”
So went the stops on my tour of the universe
Sat on the same hill with dad a while later, bro left behind,
I was engulfed with a silence he and I never encountered
The truths and laughs we shared that pulled the night
Close to hand seemed replaced by proof of our insignificance
Dad said not one word in dialogue, just a mantra, a missive from
A realm of gorgeous solipsism “Every person’s a world of their own.
The world is nothing but something to conquer and control,
No different from ourselves, and that’s why I tell you
Every person’s a world of their own, sunshine,”
He all-but cried, with star-yoking pride and the tear
Of a vision of ambition fulfilled both in his eye

He don’t know
Will never know
Couldn’t know
I just want to make jelly out of the stars

“Kiddo,” “Yes bro?” “Enough stargazing,
Time for a show of wit charblazing;
Freestyle for me”
‘I’ll dress you in that pewterous shine
True and luminous I intuited while red shoe’ing
Out of the uterus
Her soul opens to mine to mate
The dead weight of her ex abating
Words lurk behind my tongue waiting
So I can get all panegyrical unequivocal
Redeem those so vocal but not lyrical.’
“Very good, you’d leave llamas pack n Dalai proud,” he said
Massaging his wrists like from chains they’d just been allowed
“To rap the way you rap, think the way you think,
And give the way you give, is to be free”
My eyes wonderpaneled at these ideas as they took in too
His tender caress of those wrists, which he was fond of
Thrusting up, insisting “See these severed hands I wear round
My wrists, cut from a past that would not let go!”
Before those impressions, nutcrackers of my incomprehension 
Yielded rank to as sad a thing as I’d ever say
“If we’re born free,” I asked this figure brotherly,
“Why does it hardly ever feel that way?”

Our War and How We Won It

I Just Want to Make Jelly Of the Stars

The Fried Egg Song

Recorded and engineered by Owain Fleetwood Jenkins at StudiOwz 
Co-produced by Owain Fleetwood Jenkins and Inland Murmur 
Mixed by: Pedro Caetano 
Mastered by: Natalie Bibby, Metropolis Studios

Glimpses Through Trees

Eternal Life

Open Up, Honey

Winter Girl

Produced and Mixed by: Pedro Caetano
Recorded at Hackney Road Studios
Mastered by Felix Davies, Metropolis Studios

Waterline

Inland Murmur are a Cardiff based indie band. Toby and Hannah, who front the band, grew up in rural Carmarthenshire and take a huge amount of inspiration from the Welsh landscapes of home. Their music treads a line from ambient nostalgia to indie crunch. The band formed in London, but quickly relocated to Cardiff. Their previous singles ‘Icarus’ , ‘Waterline’ and 'Freshwater' received BBC Radio play from Adam Walton and were featured on a number of blogs including ‘Get in Her Ears’ , ‘When the Horn Blows’ and 'Mystic Sons'. 'Glimpses Through Trees’ is Inland Murmur’s fourth single and was recorded in the depths of Pembrokeshire. Working with Owain Jenkins at StudiOwz the band have crafted a track full of indie sounds that reflects on the nature of South Wales and the uncertainty of starting a new chapter in their life.

Freshwater

Inland Murmur

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