All songs written and performed by Annie Booth & Chris McCrory.

Produced, recorded & mixed by Chris McCrory at Hermitage Works Studios, London and in The West End (of Paisley.)
Mastered by Sam Smith at Green Door Studio.
Additional engineering by Nathan Ridley.

Artwork by Caio Wheelhouse.

Single released by Last Night From Glasgow on 30th October 2020.

Clean Living

From the album 'Golden Repair' on Mai68 Records

Golden Repair

Nowhere Near An Ocean

GRACE GILLESPIE - Hoppers

Once for the waking and twice for the taking
I see we’ve opened up the third bottle now
Four broken tiles on the rooftop overlooked
And by the fifth bend I knew I had been misunderstood
 
So bye bye, baby, bye bye
I am just a fly, I’ll be buzzing ‘til I die
Bye bye, baby, bye bye
You are just a hopper, you are too afraid to fly
 
But I thought you were my angel
I thought you were my angel
In my half-light half-night eyes
We live by the same lies
 
Six times a lady in my seventh day dress
I see eight flames flicker on the cool chimney breast
Nine o’clock sharp I hear the smash of broken glass
And pick the ten shards sticking from my half-warm heart
 
So bye bye, baby, bye bye
I am just a fly, I’ll be buzzing ‘til I die
Bye bye, baby, bye bye
You are just a hopper, you are too afraid to fly

But I thought you were a devil
I thought you were a devil
In my half-light half-night eyes
We live by the same lies
 
So bye bye, baby, bye bye
I am just a fly, I’ll be buzzing ‘til I die
Bye bye, baby, bye bye
You are just a hopper, you are too afraid to fly

But I thought you were my angel
I thought you were my angel
In my half-light half-night eyes
We live by the same lies

© 2020 Kaleidoscope

Hoppers

‘TIME’ is the third single since the band’s 2019 debut offering, ‘Snakes’. Of the track, frontman Joe explains; “TIME is an attempt to capture my existential crisis while on lockdown, my life like many others was halted and thrown into some sort of anxiety-induced groundhog day where the weeks pass like days and slip through our fingers, where all we have to do in the present is to reflect on the past and ponder on the fragile new future”.

TIME

Released 9 September 2020
Lyrics/Music: Hannah Fredsgaard-Jones

Vocal, Acoustic Guitar: Hannah Fredsgaard-Jones
Synth, BV's: Ruth Shave
Bass Clarinet: Heather Ryall
Percussion: Kendall Perry
Piano: Julia Koelmans

Mix/Master: Green Door Studio, Glasgow
Supported by Help Musicians UK


Lyrics:

Small talk by a bus stop
I was just pretending to be me
It is tricky
Two stops that is just enough
time to sit and hum in solitude
Or time to meet someone new

Five day forecast
Winds are sweeping past
Fast strong winds
Soon to batter Britain again

No chance for the sun to dance
Rainy grainy look out on the streets
They need sweeping
But you’re fine there is still time
Do you have to rush round’ to succeed
I don’t think you need to

Five day forecast
Winds are sweeping past
Fast strong winds
Soon to batter Britain again

It stayed mild throughout the week
Against my predictions
Against all odds we were speaking

Five day forecast
Winds are sweeping past
Fast strong winds
Soon to batter Britain again

Five Day Forecast

Pretense

Stupid Luck (Radio Edit)

acoustic, nostalgic and emotional track about empowerment and focusing on the strength in your own individuality 

OHIO

The River

Released as part of PostMap Club, 21st October 2020.

'Fear It' is taken from the album Take Care, to be released on limited edition CD, and cassette tape, on Lost Map Records / Negative Hope / Gold Mold Records in January 2021.

Sulka - 'Fear It'

Daydream

New single from Supermilk! New album coming later in 2021 on Specialist Subject Records

https://open.spotify.com/artist/2GtvFrvgJjN9biM7KWUB5P
https://supermilk4u.bandcamp.com/

LYRICS

You’ve got an axe to grind
There’s a place in town that haunts me
It’s true, setting fire to it earned
a death before you warned me
Their grue trickles into the forest
(where) shallow is the whole stay

Pelican Pete
You’ve gone too far this time
Pelican Pete
You’re out of your mind

You’ve got grave defined
In the shadow of the arcade
It’s all we can offer you now
As a memory of the old way
Your blood barely filled up the bath
Now as shallow as the first day

Nowhere Near An Ocean

Sunstack Jones