+ 2023 FEBRUARY PART I

Wallsend Weekend Television

Eureka, I Can See!

Magic Powers

Colossal Waste of Light

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

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Sour Grapes

Corvette

Life in the Void

Praise A Lord Who Chews But Which Does Not Consume; (Or Simply, Hot Between Worlds)

Echolalia

OUT NOW, ON LOLIPOP RECORDS!!!
Crocodiles - "Degeneration" (DIGI SINGLE)
the badass debut single off of Crocodiles up-coming album "Upside Down In Heaven" 
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CROCODILES - "Degeneration"

This tune is a reminder and a plea. Our current economic climate doesn't make it easy for all to step outside and breathe, take notice of the small things and reliece the pressures that exist in our individual worlds. How wild swimming and standing by trees can regulate our vagus nerve, grounding us in our nervous system allowing us to connect with each other, relax. So it's a reminder, that even if accesss is hard, and housing is hard, and everything is hard, get a bit of fresh air, fresh water, when you can, find a plant, even in the most concrete of landscapes there is always a bit of life.

Opening with a variation on the Georgian folk song 'ბინდისფერია სოფელი' Bindisperia Sopeli taught to me by @nino.naneishvili
Part of the lyrics translates as -
The color of the world is twilight, and is getting darker. In an age where it is easier to imagine dystopia than a hopeful future this song really touched on some of what I was feeling whilst writing 'staring at the grain'.


Lyrics -
Slate and grass and water running fast and o’er over hill,
Over hill and to the lake here there will find the freshest fill,

Undulating mountains pasture slowly beginning to fade,
Hoping that the life clings on here even in the summer’s shade,

Our trees are arteries and our trees are arteries

Twigs and leaf and bark are witness
To the drowning of the hill
Over copse and to the vale here
We won’t find the waters still, mmm...

Beckoning the forest shelters
Axed and planed and sawn in shape
Sweep away last cherry stones
Burn humble hope in fire place

Our trees are arteries and our trees are arteries

Cos nothing cures delirium like staring at the grain the tiny knotted faces help the trees to explain about their life before the plank, the twisted beech and straightened ash

staring at the grain

I Like It

Hotel Life

Another Lad Insane

New single by Geordie punk group Swine Tax, featuring guest vocals by Robyn of bigfatbig fame.

Words & music by Swine Tax.
Artwork by Vince L.

Swine Tax - Annual Leave

The Chills

Avalon

Thawed

Colossal Waste of Light

The Eyelids

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