A Fresh On The Net "Fresh Faves" (Batch 476)

“a beautifully crafted song” (Fresh On The Net)

"a magical, gentle and mellifluous composition manifesting good times” (Tonic Grain)

“the soundtrack to the most perfect of Sunday mornings” (UpToHear)

Hurry Honeypie was released 3/2/23

Words and music - Emily Barnett / Recording and production - Joey Walker at RYP Studio, London

Hurry Honeypie

Writing + production: Sable
Drums: Mike Monaghan
Guitar: Chris Barker
Mix: Grace Banks
Master: Queer Ear Mastering

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Lyrics:

A picture of Madonna gazing down at her little boy
Even when I was sixteen I knew it was the only thing that would bring me joy
Now the world is hurtling towards some fiery end
I couldn't bear to see my little girl cry so I bury it in a haze of cigarettes

I say I couldn't give up the freedom
I say I want to dance until I die
I say I couldn't give up the freedom
But two steps back I die again
Her face behind my eyes again

I say I couldn't give up the freedom
I say I want to dance until I die
I say I couldn't give up the freedom
But two steps back I die again
Her face behind my eyes again

Two step beat and I'm fine again
Know how to trick my mind with a little foresight
Heart only breaks every now and then
I know I'll be alright if I dance until I die
It's sustainable in a city like Berlin
Where everyone pretends they're 25
(and the nights keep us alive)
Two steps back I die again
Her face creeps back behind my eyes

I say I couldn't give up the freedom
I say I want to dance until I die
I say I couldn't give up the freedom
But two steps back I die again
Her face behind my eyes again

I say I couldn't give up the freedom
I say I want to dance until I die
I say I couldn't give up the freedom
But two steps back I die again
Her face behind my eyes again

I say I couldn't give up the freedom
I say I want to dance until I die
I say I couldn't give up the freedom
But two steps back I die again
Her face behind my eyes again

I say I couldn't give up the freedom
I say I want to dance until I die
I say I couldn't give up the freedom
But two steps back I die again
Her face behind my eyes again

Madonna

Refreshing as a tall, ice-cold glass of lemonade and just as bitter, “Sour Grapes” is a characterful take on the frustrations and disappointments of adulthood; full of nostalgic warmth, video game bleeps and bloops and R&B-tinged beats, it's the perfect cocktail of freshly-squeezed pop for when adulthood just isn’t sweet enough.

Song credits:
Written by and co-produced by Maya Yenn
Co-produced and mixed by Michelangelo Dousis
Mastered by Alex Gordon, Abbey Road Studios
Trumpets and flugelhorn performed by Gary Alesbrook

mayayenn.com

Sour Grapes

Dream + Lie

In the lead-up to SXSW around March 2023, Marcus Joseph will launch part one of his remix-album campaign, promoting the first NikNak remix single that will be drip-fed to lead up to the release of the complete album by May 2023.

Challenge Day Revisited by NikNak

Kite

Imagine Belle & Sebastian had listened to more jazz, funk and hip hop. If you like your indie pop a little off-kilter – like the Magnetic Fields and the Beta Band – you might be into this.

Album available 27th March on all streaming platforms and limited edition cassette (Bandcamp).

Not As Bad As It Sounds

Here All Night

Produced, recorded and mixed by PROJECTOR
Mastered by Katie Tavini 
Out now

chemical - PROJECTOR

Influencer.mp3

collab with aeiku
prod. sickboi
#FREEWUUSKI

i can't stand you (ft @aeiku)

On va te dire que tout existe déjà
Que l’i a fait mieux, plus vite, sans fatigue
Qu’elle écrit, dessine, code, compose
Et que toi, t’es lent, flou, bizarre
Ils mentent.
Ce qu’ils ont automatisé
C’est le déjà-vu
Le déjà-dit
Le déjà-rentable
Personne n’a copié
Ce qui te traverse quand tu fermes les yeux
Personne n’a crawlé
Tes obsessions idiotes
Tes mondes inutiles
Tes pensées qui n’servent à rien
Et c’est exactement ça
La putain de valeur.
Ne deviens pas génial
Deviens habité
Garde tes passions impraticables
Tes idées pas monétisables
Tes émotions qui débordent
Même quand ça sert à rien
Surtout quand ça sert à rien
L’I A adore les patternes
Mais elle crève de faim devant le chaos sincère
Elle peut simuler la joie
Pas le vertige
Elle peut produire du style
Pas une cicatrice
Alors protège ton imaginaire
Comme une zone radioactive
Lis des trucs qui rapportent rien
Crée sans publier
Aime sans optimiser
On va te proposer
Des prompts à la place des rêves
Des templates à la place du désir
Des followers à la place des amis
Refuse.
T’as pas besoin d’être brillant
T’as besoin d’être vrai longtemps
Le futur appartient pas aux génies
Il appartient aux gens
Qui ont quelque chose à l’intérieur
Et ça,
ça vaut tout.
ça vaut tout.
Deviens toi-même.

Kite

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