Performed by: Altai
Music and lyrics by: Tessa Collins 
Produced by: Lachlan Mitchell
Mixed and mastered by: William Evans
Art by: Andrew Wilkinson

Tessa Collins - guitar, vocals 
Andrew Wilkinson - drums 
Ben Sharpe - bass, guitar 

All At Once

Altai - They Owe Him

Disintegrate

Cyntaf i’r Felin

Cyntaf i'r Felin

Still Do

🔥🥥 Lyrics by Vladin Spectra

If you're not true
It's not serious
So what are you?
Life will bind us

If you're not true
It's not any
Tell us how you are
Tell us more about yourself


When you've been gone for so long
When you've been gone
When you've been gone for so long
There's nothing here
When you've been gone for so long
When you've been gone for so long
There's nothing here

Yeah, you know
You could say I'm still me, yeah
Take my number
It's not serious, yeah

Take my number
When you're gone
You can call then, tell us more about yourself, yeah
When you're gone


Take my number

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No Apologies

Watching over Me

From 'Nights', debut EP from Pale via Spirit Goth Records

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Addict

Soft glow rising in the haze
Fingers trace a fading name
All I had I gave away

Pocket’s empty heart is heavy
Spent it all on silver dreams
Her eyes were moons I couldn’t steady
Lover's light turned cold and mean
She walked away just left me leaning

Against the tide against the sky
The stars don’t answer why

My last dollar on love
My last dollar on love
Burned it all in her fire
Now the ash floats above

Echoed whispers down the canyon
Every word she never said
Thought her touch would break the famine
But her hands just turned to lead
My hope bled out and left me red

The earth don’t stop the clock won’t bend
But I would do it all again

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Last Dollar On Love

Blue Light Tears - Modern Pop

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

"Breaking up for Xmas" is a late-night indie breakup album set in the two weeks before Christmas.
A young man walks through cold streets, family noise, old rituals and almost-texts, facing the truth he’s been avoiding: missing someone doesn’t mean he should go back.
Lo-fi guitars, small-amp crunch, close-mic’d vocals and raw December honesty carry him through twelve songs about heartbreak, habit, winter softness, and the slow, uneven work of moving on.
It’s intimate, angular, tender, and painfully human — a quiet story told in the coldest part of the year.

TWO WEEKS BEFORE CHRISTMAS

Hi there — welcome to my corner of the web.

I’m here for one simple reason: to share my music with you.
Take a listen, explore, and I hope something here resonates with you. Enjoy the vibe!

Baking a Cake in a Fire Alarm

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