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Having recently recovered from a lengthy, serious gambling addiction Brian Destiny finally wearied of betraying his talent, himself and the rest of the world and began laying down the first of what would eventually grow into a collection of EPs and a forthcoming album, the first of which Brian’s Got Talent is out January 2022. An outsider artist spiritually incapable of groupthink, Brian Destiny is what happens when you take an obsession with Marvin Gaye, The Ramones, Lee ‘Scratch’ Perry and an unhealthy fixation on the life and trials of Napoleon Bonaparte and smash them together at the back of a Ladbrokes in Sheffield on a never-ending Tuesday afternoon. 

Brian Destiny’s debut EP “Brian’s Got Talent” out January 2022 on Dash The Henge.

Management by FreakFreak. Copyright 2021 Dash The Henge.

Brian Destiny - Is It Gonna Be Love?

The Moon

Cowritten with Jazmine Lilley(https://allmylinks.com/jflguitar) !

Oscar Wheatley on drums (https://instagram.com/_oscarwheatley)

the cat's name is Chester :)

Maria (it's Not Enough) Demo

Panetone - The Coward Ft. Prince Harry

Crow on a Powerline [Demo]

Different (studio demo)

mouthbreather ive stayed in my bed for days
who the hell are you calling a human being
seek out all of my imperfections 
and ill scratch up your vinyl collection
and curse at all the gods so for once it will be you they have to question

wait for it's quiet
to teach then all a lesson

friends are constructs we're all alone in space
that's what she said
but I can't believe her because I've found him
people are stupid with their cares and woes
my problems are way more important than yours

mouthbreather ive stayed in my bed for days
now who the hell are you calling a human being
not me

so we sat on the windowledge in blankets and watched the sun rise loop on a monochrome town with apathy splattered like gray paint over the concrete
and we frowned, because the faces that passed our dangling legs each looked like pencilled out paintings that never quite made it to colour
the sky was a soapy gray and tiny raindrops fell onto the pavement bellow us like snow that should have been but didn't. we both felt like we had  this emotion before, like that bittersweet feeling you get when you've over napped or when you look at old photos of your parents and realise that you are an improvisation, a probability.
as the people left their houses like wind up soldiers matching one step after another into their ford fiestas  we sat and watched them doing so and for one fucking second we left those black and white streets of dover. for then we were in colour.

i could've fit in the palm of your hand
Ill flinch and I'll turn and I'll fall out again

Different (studio demo)

rosy