Charity single, ‘A Wild Christmas, We Broke Santa’ is the perfect addition to your alternative holiday season collection, and all for a great cause! This Christmas song is raising funds for the Stars Appeal, available for download on Bandcamp from December 1st. For a minimum donation of £1 (with the option to increase if desired), all Bandcamp profits for the track from the whole of December will be donated to the Stars Appeal on New Years Day.

This original song was intended for the new Shapes Like People album, but didn’t quite fit. It was too good a pop song not to use, so we’ve given it a Christmas makeover and thought it would be the perfect release to give something back to our community. From December 1st please do share the Bandcamp details as far and wide as you can!
Stars Appeal are aiming to raise £2million this calendar year to enhance care for patients across all wards and departments at Salisbury District Hospital, and support the NHS staff who care for them.

A Wild Christmas, We Broke Santa

💔✅ Track Description

So you thought love was eternal?
LOL. This song is here to kindly — and musically — push you off that delusional cloud and into the nearest public fountain.

This jangle-pop-indie-rock-post-punk chimera tells the timeless tale of someone who desperately wants…
less. Much less.
Personal space? Essential.
Eye contact? No thank you.
Hand-holding? Not without gloves and maybe a restraining order.

We’re talking cloudy futures, exhausted dreams, and enough passive-aggressive emotional honesty to power an entire IKEA lighting department.

If you’ve ever wanted a song that says:

“It’s not me… it’s definitely you.”

…then congratulations, this is your new national anthem.

Best enjoyed while:

Deleting old couple selfies

Returning their hoodie and stealing their shampoo

Staring into the void and whispering “I don’t adore you”

Dancing alone like a confused flamingo at a Cure afterparty

Guitars sparkle, bass lines sigh, drums mutter “I told you so.”
It’s romantic rejection wrapped in a sweet jangly melody — like being slapped in the face with a bouquet of daisies that cost €3.49 at Lidl.

Turn it up.
And remember:
Everything will change my love for you.
(Especially if someone hotter shows up.)

Enjoy 🌹🚪➡️

Lyrics:

If I had to live my life with you beside me
My days would feel so crowded
The nights would drag along
With you, no future ever looks so cloudy
I might have liked someone before
But never felt this weak

Our dreams are tired and we both know
They’ll take us where we never hoped
Don’t hold me now, don’t touch me now
I’d rather live my life without you

Everything will change my love for you
You should’ve known by now I don’t adore you
One thing you can be sure of
I’ll always want much more than your love
Everything will change my love for you
You should’ve known by now I don’t adore you
The world may shift my whole life through
And everything will change my love for you

If the road ahead is far too simple
Your heart won’t lead the way for us
No guiding star
I won’t be there for you if you should need me
You’ll have to change it all
I don’t like you the way you are

Don’t come with me, don’t share the view
I won’t help you see forever too
Don’t hold me now, don’t touch me now
I’d rather live my life without you

Everything will change my love for you
You should’ve known by now I don’t adore you
One thing you can be sure of
I’ll always want much more than your love
Everything will change my love for you
You should’ve known by now I don’t adore you
The world may shift my whole life through
And everything will change my love for you

Everything will change my love for you
You should’ve known by now I don’t adore you
One thing you can be sure of
I’ll always want much more than your love

Everything will change my love for you
You should’ve known by now I don’t adore you
One thing you can be sure of
I’ll always want much more than your love
Everything will change my love for you
You should’ve known by now I don’t adore you
The world may shift my whole life through
And everything will change my love for you

Everything will change my love for you
You should’ve known by now I don’t adore you
One thing you can be sure of
I’ll always want much more than your love
Everything will change my love for you

Everything

Sometimes the quietest feelings are the loudest ones.

This track was born in the space between two heartbeats — that fragile moment where you want to fall, but you know you shouldn’t… so you choose to sip instead of drown.
It’s a song about tiny doses of closeness, about learning how to hold someone without holding too tight, about warmth that arrives gently instead of crashing like a wave.

Every line is a micro-moment:
the slow breath you didn’t know you needed,
the soft glow in someone’s eyes when they’re still a little scared,
the hush between two people who don’t want to break the spell.

It’s for anyone who ever loved carefully…
for anyone who had to teach themselves how not to rush,
how not to collapse into old storms,
how to let a spark stay small —
because small things survive.

Psycho dub pulse, indie-rock bones, jangle-pop shimmer, post-punk shadow.
A warm, trembling mix for late nights, early mornings, and all the almosts in between.

Sip it slow.
Keep it warm.
Let it grow.

Lyrics:

Small sips… midnight glass
Slow burn… don’t rush past
Soft waves… no full tide
Just you… just vibe

Low light… deep breath
Warm pulse… no stress
Two steps… half line
Your world… near mine

Sip it slow… keep it sweet
Little drops… on repeat
Hold the heat… let it glide
Tiny flames… still alive

Sip it slow… keep it clean
No big waves… in between
You and me… small dose
That’s how the feeling grows

Calm tone… steady beat
No chase… no need
Soft touch… no flood
Just calm… warm blood

Close range… no dive
Just hush… stay alive
Eyes speak… no claim
Small spark… same flame

Sip it slow… keep it sweet
Little drops… on repeat
Hold the heat… let it glide
Tiny flames… still alive

Sip it slow… keep it clean
No big waves… in between
You and me… small dose
That’s how the feeling grows

No rush… no fall
Just rise… that’s all
Light breeze… no storm
Small sips… stay warm

Sip… sip…
Keep it slow
Sip… sip…
Let it flow

Small Sips

London and Devon-based indie pop band Lemonade Sin are hoping to stoke some seasonal glow with this anthem to dubious yuletide behaviour – a janglepop mutation of the wall of sound featured on Phil Spector's classic Christmas album

It Ain't A Sin (if It's Christmas)

A guitar line that sounds like a goodbye you didn’t want to say.
A bass that walks in circles like a mind replaying old mistakes.
And drums that hit the way the truth finally does.

This track is what happens when indie rock grows a backbone, when jangle-pop stops pretending everything’s fine, and when post-punk steps out of the shadows with a cracked heart and a clear voice.

It’s a song about finally letting go of someone who never really held you — someone who loved the attention, the reassurance, the safety net… but never you.
The kind of “love” that only exists when they’re bored, lonely, or between adventures.
The kind of dynamic where you keep showing up… and they keep disappearing.

Here, the guitars shimmer like the last light on a bad day.
The vocals feel like someone trying to speak softly while their chest is ripping open.
And the whole song carries that bittersweet freedom — the moment you realise that walking away hurts, but staying would’ve broken you completely.

It’s for anyone who answered the late-night calls.
For anyone who waited in the shadows with a name stuck in their throat.
For anyone who finally said:
“No more. Not like this. Not again.”

This isn’t a breakup anthem — it’s an emancipation.
A slow, steady reclaiming of dignity, breath, quiet, and self-respect.

If you’ve ever loved too hard, forgiven too easily, or held on too long…
yeah.
This one is for you.

Lyrics:

Whenever you want to be alone,
I won’t come bringing love to you.
You don’t have to call my name now —
I’m finally letting go of you.

Whenever you want to be alone,
I won’t come bringing love to you.
If you need space, I won’t chase —
I’m learning what I shouldn’t do.

You stood me up, messed around, and treated me unkind,
Left me waiting in the shadows with your name on my mind.
But this time 'round, I’m changing all the rules,
No more playing loyal while you take me for a fool.

It’s much too late for you to shift your ways,
I won’t keep holding on, expecting you to stay.
When you’re all alone and sinking in the blue —
Don’t count on me to come running back to you.

I learned the hard way what your freedom meant,
You only came around when your lonely heart bent.
Now I’m stepping back from all the pain you do —
I’m not your safety net, I’m not your rescue.

Whenever you want to be alone,
I won’t come bringing love to you.
You don’t have to call my name now —
I’m finally letting go of you.

Whenever you want to be alone,
I won’t come bringing love to you.
If you need space, I won’t chase —
I’m learning what I shouldn’t do.

Time after time you said you “need to be free,”
And I pretended it was fine, though it tore into me.
And while you wandered off to chase your fun,
I kept waiting for a day that never really came, not one.

You’ll never know how deep the hurt could feel,
How long I waited for a love that wasn’t real.
And when you’re all alone and feeling down —
I won’t be the one who’s always hanging 'round.

No more late-night calls I always answered,
No more hoping you'd return a little faster.
You made your choice — now I’m making mine,
I’m walking out of your halfway love this time.

Whenever you want to be alone,
I won’t come bringing love to you.
You don’t have to call my name now —
I’m finally letting go of you.

Whenever you want to be alone,
I won’t come bringing love to you.
If you need space, I won’t chase —
I’m learning what I shouldn’t do.

I won’t bring my love to you (no),
I won’t bring my love to you.
You can keep your freedom, baby —
I’m finally choosing mine too.

Whenever You Want to Be Alone (Indie Rock)

Ever wondered what happens when indie rock panic meets post-punk denial and jangle-pop optimism?

Well… this track answers it:

👉 A person literally baking a cake during a fire alarm.

The whole world outside is going full “Doom & Gloom: Live Edition” —
sirens crying, neighbours screaming, smoke creeping under the door —
and our hero is standing there like:

“Yeah yeah, apocalypse, whatever — the crust needs two more minutes.”

This song is basically the spiritual successor of:

“This is fine.”

“I’ll panic later, I’m busy.”

“If the roof falls, at least the frosting slaps.”

It’s the anthem for anyone who has ever ignored a real problem
because something in the oven was at a critical emotional moment.

Expect:
🥁 jangle guitars that sound like your smoke detector having an existential crisis
🎸 indie-rock riffs that slap harder than the collapsing ceiling
🔥 post-punk energy that whispers: “buddy… you’re not okay, but the cake is”
🍰 and a level of chaotic calmness that should not legally be allowed

If the world ever burns again (give it 48 hours),
blast this track, grab a whisk,
and remember:

WORRY NEVER BAKED A THING.

Lyrics:

While the world was burning,
I was checking the oven light.
Everybody ran outside,
I just wanted the crust right.
Sirens screaming in the streets,
and I'm measuring flour like it’s peace.
Smoke is leaking under every door,
but hey — the batter needs a little more.

Maybe I should worry,
but worry never baked a thing.
Maybe I should hurry,
but hurry never made it sing.

So I’m baking a cake in a fire alarm,
with the kitchen shaking like it means me harm.
All the neighbours shout that I should escape,
but the timer’s ticking — sorry, no break.
If the world goes down, I’ll still stay calm,
mixing sugar in a natural charm.
Yeah, the roof might drop, but the taste’s divine —
let the flames go crazy, the cake’s still mine.

The smoke turned into dancing ghosts,
cheering for the butter I added most.
Someone knocked and yelled: “Get out!”
But the batter rose — so I stayed devout.
There’s chaos on the news tonight,
but I’m beating eggs like I’m ready to fight.
Ash is falling like confetti rain,
and I’m greasing the pan to stay sane.

Maybe it looks foolish,
but foolish keeps me whole.
If life’s a burning building,
I’ll frost it with control.

So I’m baking a cake in a fire alarm,
with the kitchen shaking like it means me harm.
All the neighbours shout that I should escape,
but the timer’s ticking — sorry, no break.
If the world goes down, I’ll still stay calm,
mixing sugar in a natural charm.
Yeah, the roof might fall, but the taste’s divine —
let the flames go crazy, the cake’s still mine.

Let the ashes fall, let the headlines scream —
I’ll stir the chaos into whipped-cream dreams.
If everything crumbles and nothing survives,
I’ll still bake sweetness into bitter lives.

So I’m baking a cake in a fire alarm,
with the world collapsing like it means me harm.
Everyone’s running but I stay in place —
there’s magic rising in this metal case.
If the night goes dark, I’ll still stay warm —
in a kitchen storm, in a sugar-storm.
Yeah, the city can crumble, the sirens can whine —
I’ll be here baking —
the cake is mine.

Baking a Cake in a Fire Alarm

Ever wondered what happens when indie jangle guitars accidentally summon something ancient, weird, and way too sarcastic?

Yeah… me neither. But apparently this track does exactly that.

Some say it’s about statues coming alive at night.
Some say it’s about clay creatures with surprisingly good texting habits.
Some say it’s about two people who probably shouldn’t be awake after midnight, throwing riddles at each other like it’s a sport.

Nobody knows.
Nothing is confirmed.
Prague refuses to comment.

All we know is:
Guitars are jangling, drums are sprinting, somebody’s yelling “GO! GO! GO! GOLEM!” like it’s a fitness routine for mythical creatures… and in the middle of it, two voices argue whether stone people can flirt.

It’s cryptic.
It’s messy.
It’s suspiciously alive.

Hit play — and if anything starts moving behind glass… that’s between you and the Golem.

Enjoy. 😄🔥🪨🎸

Lyrics:

I told you ’bout the Golem
in that Prague toy shop at night,
standing there like a statue
under cheap fluorescent light.
And I teased you just a little,
said “maybe I look the same,”
but you laughed it off so easy —
guess I lost my monster game.

If you were made of stone
you’d be stuck behind that glass,
posing for the tourists
as the hours slowly pass.
Not texting me your riddles,
not sending clever sparks —
Golems don’t tease people
after midnight in the dark.

And no, we’re not legends,
but the fire feels real —
two strange people
with a strange little feel.

GO! GO! GO! GOLEM!
You’re no creature carved from clay —
you’re too alive to fade away.
GO! GO! GO! GOLEM!
You shake the night, you crack the stone —
you turn the myths into your own.
GO! GO! GO! GOLEM!
Yeah, whatever this is… you rock.

Maybe I’m symbolic,
but only when I play —
a metaphor in motion
dancing through your day.
I like your slow reactions,
your “ahaaaaaaa” replies —
like dropping tiny comments
that crash into my skies.

Maybe you’re a mystery,
but never made of dust —
more like Prague at midnight
wrapped in magic, jokes, and trust.
If there’s a Golem here at all,
it sure as hell ain’t you —
I’m the one who freezes
when I try to read your clues.

GO! GO! GO! GOLEM!
You’re no creature carved from clay —
you’re too alive to fade away.
GO! GO! GO! GOLEM!
You shake the night, you crack the stone —
you turn the myths into your own.
GO! GO! GO! GOLEM!
Yeah, whatever this is… you rock.

“Still afraid I’m made of stone?”
“If you were, Prague would’ve claimed you already.”

GO! GO! GO! GOLEM!
No clay, no dust, no ancient curse —
just two weird hearts in one verse.
GO! GO! GO! GOLEM!
If Prague has monsters, let them stay —
you’re the spark that lights my day.
GO! GO! GO! GOLEM!
Whatever you are…
you rock.

Golem!

baby I can never sleep at night
I'm always here and there until the end of time
just gimme one more kiss and I can feel alright
up above your head, until you touch the sky

I'm so gone
I'm so lost
I'm so gone
I'm so lost

2 EDGY 4 U

🎸💥 Slow-Motion Zen vs. Hyperactive Chaos — the Song
This track is basically what happens when one person tries to stage a whole emotional Broadway show in your living room… and you just sit there like a disappointed houseplant.

It’s indie rock with jangle-pop sparkle, post-punk heartbeat, and the calm, unbothered aura of someone who has already survived three relationship plot twists, two monologues, and one mysteriously slammed door.

Here’s the dynamic:
They: changes season, mood, haircut and entire personality every four minutes.
You: “Cool. I’ll be over here. Breathing.”

They storm around kicking up dust, lighting metaphorical matches, painting imaginary thunderstorms on your ceiling like an avant-garde weather report nobody asked for.
Meanwhile, you’re proudly practicing the ancient art of Not Giving Them The Reaction They Are Fishing For™ — a martial discipline passed down since childhood and powered entirely by patience, caffeine, and mild existential resignation.

Somehow, your stillness is their personal magnet.
They keep coming back.
They keep testing your walls.
They keep poking the emotional bear…
…and the bear just quietly sips tea.

This song is for anyone who has ever stayed calm on purpose — not because they’re boring, but because chaos is exhausting and someone has to be the adult in the room.
(It’s you. Congratulations.)

Turn it up, stay still, enjoy the jangle. 🌙🎶

Lyrics:

You walk in circles ‘round my evening,
kicking dust into the light.
Throwing sparks like little questions,
hoping one will start a fight.
But I don’t move, I don’t shake easy —
I just breathe and let it slide.
You paint thunder on the ceiling,
but I stay quiet on my side.

I stay still…
when your storms start running wild.
I stay still…
like I learned it as a child.
You push and pull and twist the room,
just to see if I react —
but I stay still…
and somehow you keep coming back.

You switch from winter into summer,
in a heartbeat, in a breath.
You throw lines like little riddles,
testing edges, testing depth.
And I don’t flinch, I don’t chase shadows —
I’ve got time you can’t unmake.
You light matches in the doorway,
just to see if something breaks.

I stay still…
when your moods start shaking walls.
I stay still…
through your rises and your falls.
You crash like waves across the room,
waiting for me to react —
but I stay still…
and somehow you keep coming back.

Maybe you dance around the tension
just to hear the wires hum…
maybe I don’t rise to chaos
‘cause I know what you run from.
Maybe calm is just my weapon,
maybe quiet is my shield…
maybe you return each time
to test what never yields.

So go on, twist the nights around me,
light the corners, bruise the air…
I’ll stay still — the same slow center —
’cause I know you’ll find me there.

I Stay Still

the break

Summer Music Video:
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