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A year in the making, these are the (at time of initial inclusion)underexposed tracks which have found favour with us in 2018. Either we've not heard that many, at least on Soundcloud, or it's been a poor year seeing as we've usually managed a few of these previously. Ho hum. Hopefully 2019 will be more fruitful.

Underexposed 20181217

A good album deserves a follow-up. A great one demands expansion. That’s exactly why People Of The World, the acclaimed second album by Amsterdam-based indie rockers Moving Into Tucson, is getting a Deluxe Edition – out July 25.

The original 12-track release captured the hearts of fans and critics alike with its melodic charm, lyrical depth, and genre-spanning energy, moving between upbeat pop anthems, intimate ballads, and punchy rock tracks. Whether you want to dance, reflect, or sing your heart out, People Of The World delivers on every front.

Now, the Deluxe Edition adds three brand-new, previously unreleased songs and takes things even further with a bold reimagination by U.S.-based production collective Concrete Beats. But calling them "remixes" would be an understatement. This isn’t just a fresh coat of paint – it’s a full rebuild from the ground up. Vocals are re-recorded, structures flipped, and the spirit of the songs completely reinterpreted. As frontman Erwin puts it: “They don’t remix. They reinvent. Concrete Beats goes savage.”

Is this the future of remixing? Rewriting? Covering? Whatever you call it, it’s bold, surprising, and undeniably exciting. With this Deluxe Edition, Moving Into Tucson once again proves they’re not here to repeat themselves – they’re here to evolve.

Moving Into Tucson - Everybody Knows

Love Is a House with the Lights Left On


[Verse 1]
I don’t sleep in the bedroom we made
The sheets still hold your shape
Your name is a whisper the walls obey
Like dust that won’t get swept away

[Verse 2]
The kettle still sings at quarter to five
Like you never walked out of our life
The clock ticks soft like a lullaby
For ghosts who never said goodbye

[Chorus]
Love is a house with the lights left on
No one home, but nothing gone
Your coat’s still hanging on the chair
Like silence dressed in what you wear
And I walk through rooms we don’t belong
In love like a house with the lights left on

[Verse 3]
The mirror still fogs like you just stepped out
I talk to the steam like you’ll answer somehow
Your toothbrush leans like it misses your hand
Even the soap won’t understand

[Chorus]
Love is a house with the lights left on
It hums your name after you’re gone
A photograph that won’t sit straight
A birthday card that came too late
And I live in rooms where you’ve withdrawn
In love like a house with the lights left on

[Bridge]
No doors slammed, no shattered glass
Just the sound of time that doesn’t pass
A quiet ache, a breath held too long
A record skipping our favorite song

[Final Chorus]
Love is a house with the lights left on
The warmth remains, the warmth is wrong
I sleep beside your hollow side
Where memory keeps the bed half-alive
And I stay in rooms where you belong
In love like a house with the lights left on

Love Is a House with the Lights Left On

"Velvet Ache" is a sultry, soul-drenched ballad that explores the haunting space between desire and devastation. With poetic lyricism and smoky, intimate vocals, the track invites listeners into a world where passion burns slow and deep—where silence speaks louder than touch, and pleasure is laced with ache. A hypnotic blend of raw vulnerability and sensual power, Velvet Ache lingers like a bruise kissed by candlelight.


Velvet Ache 

[Intro]

Mmmhhh... Mmmhhh... Mmmhhh...
Your breath on my skin is a velvet ache
Every word you don't say still makes me break

[Verse 1]
You're a sin I sip slow in the candlelight
Eyes like poison, sweet and ripe

[Pre-Chorus]
I trace the hunger in your sigh
Your silence pulls me open wide
I shouldn't stay, but here I lie
Drunk on what you never hide

[Chorus]
Touch me like you mean to leave a mark
Whisper like the dark's your favorite drug
I’m falling through the heat, the hush, the haze
Where shame and pleasure melt and blaze
You're my midnight, raw and wide awake—
My velvet ache

[Post-Chorus – whispered]
Mmmhhh... still burning, still shaking
Mmmhhh... no saving, no faking

[Verse 2]
Fingertips speak more than tongues allow
You're the sermon, I’m the vow
Wrapped in satin, drowned in moans
We build a heaven we can’t own

[Pre-Chorus]
Every glance a loaded gun
We're too far gone to come undone
You taste like danger in disguise
But I keep coming every time

[Chorus]
Touch me like you mean to leave a mark
Whisper like the dark's your favorite drug
I’m falling through the heat, the hush, the haze
Where shame and pleasure melt and blaze
You're my midnight, raw and wide awake—
My velvet ache

[Bridge]
Don’t promise me forever, just tonight
Burn me soft and slow, and get it right
In this room, we both confess
Lust as gospel, sin as bless

[Outro – slow fade]
Mmmhhh... Mmmhhh... Mmmhhh...
And when you leave, I won’t forget
The bruises shaped like silhouettes
Still aching where you used to stay—
Still velvet in the break
Mmmhhh...


---

Velvet Ache

“Bruised Velvet”

[Verse 1]
Your name still tastes like honey laced with sin,
I swore I’d never say it — yet here we are again.
Curtains closed, but your shadow knows the route,
Through every crack I thought I’d sealed with doubt.
Candle burning low, but I can’t put it out,
You left your flame in places I can’t douse.

[Chorus]
It’s that bruised velvet kind of need —
Soft to touch, but it still bleeds.
I dress my ache in silk and smoke,
Let your echo wrap around my throat.
You’re gone, but babe, you never left —
You're every breath I can't forget.

[Verse 2]
My mirror’s got your fingerprints in steam,
Lipstick smudged on every half-forgotten dream.
You were a promise with a bar tab and a smirk,
Now I’m drunk on the silence where you used to work.
My body knows the parts you claimed,
Each sigh still echoes like a name.

[Bridge] (sparser, stripped-back)
I don't reach for you — I reach for relief.
But your absence tastes like teeth.
Even when I try to sleep alone,
You hum beneath my skin like a dial tone.

[Final Chorus]
It’s that bruised velvet kind of ache —
I wear it soft, but make no mistake.
I still burn where your hands once roamed,
Still crave the fire I should’ve outgrown.
You're gone, but baby, not undone —
You're every bruise beneath my tongue.



Bruised Velvet

London’s Song 1 couldn’t care less about being original. Or about what you think. Their music? A shameless tribute to everything they’ve ever loved — from 90s alt-rock to 00s indie anthems and back again. They’re not copying, they’re honouring. Not stealing, but levelling up. Not reinventing the wheel, just flooring the gas pedal.

Rooms Without Names kicks off with a deliciously groovy bassline and an off-kilter drumbeat that fits the track like a glove. The vocals are given all the space they deserve, while the guitars weave in and out, keeping everything wide open and full of air.

And then there’s the chorus — so catchy it feels instantly familiar, like a song you've known for years. Before you know it, you’re singing along.

Halfway through, the track builds into a bold bridge that hits with the kind of impact you’ve come to expect from Song 1’s previous two singles — only to seamlessly slide right back into the vibe laid out from the very first notes.

Not curious yet? Hit play. You’ll get it the moment you hear it.

Song 1 - Rooms Without Names

Sin You Again

A slow, dangerous confession dressed in satin and smoke. This is not regret. This is craving with memory.


---

[Verse 1]

I said never again, last time I left
With teeth in my lip and your name on my breath
But here we are, same hotel, new lie
You smile like the blade I keep nearby
You pour the wine, I fake a doubt
But you know I came to be figured out


---

[Hook]

Sin you again—yeah, I know where it leads
Bruises and breathless, on tangled-up sheets
Sin you again—it’s never been wise
But heaven still fits in your favorite disguise
Mmmmh… touch me slow—
I want the hurt I already know


---

[Verse 2]

You talk like a priest with a devil’s grin
Holy on Sunday, but slick with sin
Your hands remember what to erase
All the no’s I meant melt off my face
My dress hits the floor like it missed me too
And I kiss like I’ve got nothing left to lose


---

[Hook – repeat]

Sin you again—yeah, I know where it leads
Bruises and breathless, on tangled-up sheets
Sin you again—it’s never been wise
But heaven still fits in your favorite disguise
Ooooh… mmmmh… come back in—
I’ll lie like last time. Begin again.


---

[Bridge]

I could call it weakness
But let’s not pretend
We both like this ending
So let’s skip to the bend
I’ll arch, you’ll curse, we’ll swear it’s the last
Then breathe out the future
And sin like the past


---

[Final Chorus – extended]

Sin you again—‘cause no vow can compete
With the way you undo me from head to my feet
Sin you again—just say my name right
Let your hands apologize all through the night
Mmmmh… say it slow…
Your lips lie better than anyone I know


---

[Outro – whispered fade]

Call it weakness.
Call it need.
But I came here
to make sure I bleed.


---


Sin You Again

This isn't a song about regret. It's about the quiet truth that remains when the fever breaks.
A hypnotic, ritualistic track about a body that has become a diary. Proof of a sin that was never its own. Memory carved in flesh. Poems written in the dark.
The final chapter of the "Lips Like a Sin" trilogy.

You Sin, My Skin

---

[Verse 1]

You lit the match, I held the flame
Didn’t ask for heat, but I stayed the same
Your hands spoke verses you never said
Now I carry your gospel beneath my bed
Your breath left patterns across my thighs
Soft little sermons dressed in lies


---

[Hook]

You sin, my skin—keeps every mark
Your pleasure wrote poems in the dark
You leave, but I still wear the crime
Your guilt lives here—beneath my spine
Mmmmh… I never asked, but you still signed.


---

[Verse 2]

Your teeth drew borders I didn’t erase
Every bruise a vow you didn’t replace
You touched like someone who needed proof
That beauty breaks when kissed with truth
I whispered “stay” in the back of my throat
But my body answered—every note


---

[Hook – repeat]

You sin, my skin—keeps every mark
Your pleasure wrote poems in the dark
You leave, but I still wear the crime
Your guilt lives here—beneath my spine
Ooooh… mmmmh… I never fought—
But still you crossed.


---

[Bridge]

I forgave with my thighs,
You repented with sweat
But mercy was something
We both forget
You said “I need you,”
But meant “let me in”
I said nothing—
And let you begin


---

[Final Chorus – extended]

You sin, my skin—unchosen shrine
You prayed in me, but crossed the line
You sin, my skin—no heaven, no vow
Just echoes of love that I carry now
Mmmmh… say my name—
It’s carved in flame.


---

[Outro – whispered, barely sung]

Not yours.
Not forgiven.
Just here.
Still written.


You Sin, My Skin

Concrete Soul

"We are all prisoners of the dusk, dreaming of a dawn that never comes. For in the abyss of night, even stars are but dying embers—fleeting and frail. And when the wind howls its lonely hymn, remember: darkness is the mirror where lost souls recognize themselves. Here, in the silence of eternal shadows, the heart becomes a desert… and the light, a distant rumor."

Jenny


Let me 
be part of your game
and let me
be your owner for once

Let me
be the only one
to caress your body
and shower you with kisses

I'll be your pillow
and watch over your dreams
I'll be your mirror
or the one who gives you advice

Heart,
to steal your secrets
I'll be whatever you want me to be
as long as I'm not far away

I'll try
so you don't have to look for
the warmth
of a love that isn't mine

I want you to feel me
I want you to cry and not lie
and I want you to understand
that you are all my love

Let me
be part of your game
and let me
show you that I can

Let me 
be the only one
to caress your body
and shower you with kisses

I'll make you feel
like a queen bee
I'll be your slave and your king
I'll be your love if you let me

I'll try
so you don't have to search
for the warmth
of a love that isn't mine

I want you to feel me
to cry and not lie
and I want you to understand
that you are all my love

Let me 
participate in your game
and let me
be your owner for once

Let me 
be the only one whose hands
caress your body
and shower you with kisses...

Let me...

November 24th sees the return of Dark Horses with their new single, XIII, released on Tricky Spirits Records.

Underpinned by an insistent, pulsing synthesizer, singer Lisa Elle paints a ghostly dystopian scene in which every one of us is broken down into data, our individuality and expression stripped back to numbers and algorithms.

As the razor-sharp guitars crash in, she urges you to run... because what else is there left to do in a world where the rich and powerful can tap deep into our inner psyche at the click of a button and the smell of a few dollars more?

Produced by Dark Horses and Bob Earland.
Artwork by Ferrish VP

XIII

First track from the forthcoming album 'Hormone Lemonade', released 23 March 2018 on Duophonic:
http://smarturl.it/hormonelemonade

Make Out Fade Out

Taken from debut album "Have A Spirit Filled" out on january 26 on Field Mates Records.

Pre-order (run of 50 tapes only) https://fieldmatesrecords.bandcamp.com/album/elan-noon-have-a-spirit-filled

Have A Spirit Filled

Elan Noon - Blue

Bony Macaroni are making self-loathing cool again. At least, they hope so. Because, after previous failed attempts at life in general, these dudes want to give a fuck again. Their moderately heart-wrenching and semi-catchy debut-ep will hit the digital shelves early 2019. With potential bangers such as ‘Piece of Shit’ and ‘Doom’, probably nothing can stop these guys (we think). 

‘Piece of Shit’ is about trying super hard to succeed and, like, not succeeding and blaming everybody else for it. Fast song, super emotional, mind-blowing riffs and hooks, utterly hilarious, good stuff.

“Yeah, yeah, heard of ‘em.” - Simeon Pranger, booking agent
“We need real quotes for the next single.” - Bony
“Noise.” - Our moms (this one is real though)

For fans of: Weezer, Frank Turner, Modern Baseball

CONCERTS
08-11  Duycker - Hoofddorp
11-11  Gigant - Apeldoorn
16-11  Metropool - Enschede
22-11  Fluor - Amersfoort
15-12  Altstadt	- Eindhoven

Spring 2019 shows for Germany and Belgium are currently being set up.

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Lyrics:
I don’t wanna be a piece of shit 
Some mediocre hobbyist
Permanently out of it
Permanently out of it
I’ll go to class I’ll play a show
Once or twice a month or so
So how the fuck am I spending the rest of my time?
I don’t know

Amsterdam’s an awful place
To spend your smoke-a-lonely days
To be deep in your emo phase
Short and pseudo-smart
It’s where I let it get to me
The silly insecurities
It is where ‘my cool’ is torn apart

I don’t wanna be a piece of shit 
Some mediocre hobbyist
Permanently out of it
Permanently out of it
The things I do are never cool
The things I like never rule
Life is hella hard and super cruel

I know a friend that had a friend 
That joined a southern hardcore band
And put everything in it
Playing massive shows and shit
And he caught a beer with one hand
And they got even bigger then
And everything was cool and then they quit.

But I am still a piece of shit 
Some mediocre hobbyist
Permanently out of it
Permanently out of it
The things I do are never cool
The things I like never rule
Life is hella hard and super cruel

I doubt you’ll ever hear my shit on the radio
That’s a hook right there, let’s do another one of those
But that shit never works
‘Cause they are crooks and jerks

I don’t wanna be a piece of shit 
Some mediocre hobbyist
Permanently out of it
Permanently out of it
And probably won’t get into it
‘Cause it’s so hard to get into it
And I learned to never give a shit
And I think I’m at a point where I can say “fuck it”

I don’t wanna be a piece of shit 
Some mediocre hobbyist
Permanently out of it
Permanently out of it
The things I do are never cool
The things I like never rule
Life is hella hard and super
Life is hella hard and super
Life is hella hard and super cruel

Release: 5 October 2018

Bony Macaroni - Piece Of Shit

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