HERE, TONITE is about taking control of your own life. The lyrics open with 'OK I get it, I start living in the present, I turned up, then came Armageddon'. Referring to the well known irony of finally feeling alright, then your life is turned upside down. It's a reminder to self that 'you are your own creator, pick up the reins and get off the conveyor'.

I want your head held high, I want you here, tonite.

HERE, TONITE

Taken from the 10-track album 'The Swiss Army on Matinée Recrdings: https://shop.matineerecordings.com/products/northern-portrait-the-swiss-army

The Swiss Army

Pool Cue Vigilante

Northern Portrait - Pool Cue Vigilante

Captured Images

Captured Images - NEØV

Lyrics by Andy Power & Ben Deegan
Music by Avalyn

Produced by Robert Whiteley
Mastered by Mark Gardener

Distant Days

Recorded live at J&J Studios, Bristol, in August 2022.
Produced and engineered by Tom Smith and The Pleasure Dome.
Mixed and mastered by James Trevascus.

If Meaning

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Surface of the Sun

Free Radio Phobos - from the album Music for First Contact, out spring 2023.

Find it here: https://linktr.ee/pcpq

Lyrics:
Suddenly, suddenly we find ourselves in spotlight
Illuminate, illuminated in the dark forest
Rabbit in the headlights
Of monstrous machines
Like submarines
But made of teeth

Really, I find it kind of funny
The systems that we live in
Are alien to me anyway

Suddenly, suddenly we find ourselves in spotlight
Rabbit in the headlights
Of monstrous machines
Like submarines
With smiling teeth

Really, I find it kind of funny
The systems that we live in
Are alien to me

Credits:
Video shot and edited by Post Coal Prom Queen
Music by Post Coal Prom Queen
Sax - Calum Cummins
Violin - Laura J Wilkie
Recorded by Phil McBride at The Sonic Lodge Studio in Edinburgh.

Free Radio Phobos

Mana Takatāpui

[Verse 1]
The oath was carved into his hands
A vow of fire across the sands
He bore the weight no soul could tame
Until the silence called his name

The faithful drowned in salted graves
Their cries became the hymn of slaves
The barren earth recalls their pain
The covenant was torn in flame

[Pre-Chorus]
Black steel reflects the crystal night
A shadow forged from sacred light

[Chorus]
Cut the sky, the silence reigns
Halved moon bleeds, erupting veins
Judgment falls, the void reclaims
Only silence remains

[Verse 2]
The steed arose from buried ash
The ground collapsed beneath its crash
The catacombs became his crown
The oath reversed, the heavens drowned

No shield survives the mark he bore
No tongue defies that quiet war
The punished writhe, their voices fade
Their ashes fuel the vow he made

[Pre-Chorus]
Black steel reflects the crystal night
A shadow forged from sacred light

[Chorus]
Cut the sky, the silence reigns
Halved moon bleeds, erupting veins
Judgment falls, the void reclaims
Only silence remains

[Bridge]
Across the plain, his silence spreads
A requiem for all the dead
The stillness carves into the bone
The fallen Justiciar, enthroned

[instrumental]

[Chorus]
Cut the sky, the silence reigns
Halved moon bleeds, erupting veins
Judgment falls, the void reclaims
Only silence remains

Only Silence Remains - Silent Salt Cookie Song (Cookie Run: Kingdom)

Rafael Maurell The Way You Love Me (Cuts Like Rust)

“Hands On Our Shoulders” is a record about the weight we carry and the grace that carries us. It tells the stories of ordinary people standing in the wreckage of their choices, their losses, and their faith — yet still finding redemption in the quiet presence that never leaves their side.

From the young man learning to raise his children alone, to the boy grieving a father lost too soon, to the faithful teenager holding on through chaos at home, these songs wrestle with the ache of growing up too fast — and the sacred beauty found in sacrifice.

This is an album about learning that God’s hand is never far, even when the world feels unrecognizable. It’s about mercy that doesn’t erase the pain, but redeems it; about fathers, sons, and believers who find strength not in perfection, but in persistence.

Each track is a confession, a prayer, and a promise — that the struggles we bear are not ours alone. We are shaped, steadied, and saved by unseen hands on our shoulders.