The first single from the debut LP 'The Ghost & The Rhythm (Out April 2026)
Little Lion is a swirling funk maelstrom of late night atmospheric horns, a severely funked rhythm section, driving disco chops all topped with the ethereal other worldly vocals of Kat Harrison.

Little Lion

A collection of  tracks exploring loss, grief, healing, and rebirth.  

Blue Moon

Girls

I Fled

Didn't Know About Andy

Satellite

Austel - The Beach In December

Written, performed & produced by Annie Rew Shaw
Electric guitar & bass by Kit Denison
Cello by Kai Dudley
Drums by Louie Rew Shaw
Mixed by Grace Banks
Mastered by Katie Tavini
Artwork by Artemis Szekir-Rigas

I walked along the beach in December
Counting the waves falling down
The promenade empty for one other man
Searching his pockets, a cigarette found
And he smoked it in silence, watching the sea
His greatcoat was torn from shoulder to knee 
But his eyes were warm

Do you recall time spent effortlessly?
I’d always thought mine was under lock and key

I lay in your covers, the sheets brushed my skin
A weekend of letting a warmer light in
We listened to For Emma twice in a row
Now it feels like forever ago
Now it feels like forever ago

And so I boarded the train back to London
Sleeping through every stop
The carriage was full but my heart was so empty
Mourning the child whose love was so lost
When the pages were torn, the records were broken
And every cruel remark was woven into her bones

Do you recall words spoken carelessly?
I’m so tired of those who don’t think before they speak

I lay in your covers, the sheets brushed my skin
A weekend of letting a warmer light in
We listened to For Emma twice in a row
Now it feels like forever ago
I lay in your covers, the sheets brushed my skin
A weekend of letting a warmer light in
We listened to For Emma twice in a row
Now it feels like forever ago
Now it feels like forever ago

The Beach In December

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Music video: https://youtu.be/vnk1Q8Q-K6o?si=53Hp579IdLK3_0uq

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Cold Hearts is a protest song against the state of the world, caused by the cold-hearted leaders who are fueled by a lust for power and deprived from empathy. More political than any of my previous songs, but I needed to speak up through my art. I hope it makes you feel something. And I hope it can be part of a manifestation for a better world.

Cold Hearts

We are incredibly honoured to release a new song today. Be Still. A tribute to finding peace and healing in stillness. It has taken us a while to bring this song out into the world. A very vulnerable and tender time for both of us. This song captures the essence of healing after our motorbike accident January 2024. The delicate dance between stillness, surrender, compassion towards oneself, frustration, power, change and relief. A gentle softness, yet at the same time raw and powerful.

Lyrics:
Bound to bed
Like knotted threads
Too thick to untie
To still the mind
Through this tender time
This hill feels hard to climb
The wisdom will stay after
This transformation chapter
The wounds will fade

What’s happening right now
This healing
I feel it
Changing

Too big to swim
This sea we're in
Immersed in the tide
Storm in the night
No cloud in sight
With patience we reside
Solace within the silence
Hands of loving guidance
The wounds will fade

What’s happening right now
This healing
I feel it
Changing

Not working by just pushing through
Coz this time the bodys not ready to
Move on 
Just be still



Produced and mixed by Ru Lemer
Recorded by Brett Hamlyn, Deva Studios & Matt Harrington
Mastered by Jason Mitchel, Loud Mastering
Artwork by Ross Silcocks

Be Still

In the grand scale of the universe, we’re each just one of 8 billion people on this planet, and our sun is just one of 100 billion stars in the Milky Way. It’s humbling, but it also makes the depth of our emotions feel even more powerful in contrast; a feeling I’ve tried to capture in this song. 

"SunVioletStar" is about the things that mean the most to us, the ones that shape our world, until a misguided influence causes it all to collapse. It explores that fragility and the process of finding your way back to yourself.

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