Songs that are…

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  • Lip Twitcher

    Lip Twitcher

    Sensation is sensation

  • Collider

    Collider

    Smash those particles, baby

  • To Those We Should Have Saved

    To Those We Should Have Saved

    As of September 2020, the UK had the highest coronavirus death toll in Europe and one of the highest in the world.

  • This Distance Between Us

    This Distance Between Us

    I was privileged enough to both keep my job and to work from home during lockdown. Working together but individually, in tandem but isolated, while the world stopped and crumbled around us was a surreal and disembodying experience.

  • The Calm

    The Calm

    The first nationwide lockdown in the UK was announced on the 23rd March 2020. This was weeks after other countries in Europe. Experts and MPs have since claimed that locking down earlier would have saved a significant number of lives.

  • Or Aura

    Or Aura

    Oh… there we go. It’s happening again. Get me somewhere dark, I’ll just wait for it to pass.

  • Matitudinals

    Matitudinals

    The smooth black gave way to pastel rays. I could feel the earth itself breath in the new day, each gasp of air illuminating the greens and browns around me. The birdsong dissolving the memories of the night, the morning rituals of penance and cleansing beginning anew. A small step forward.

  • Marloes Rd

    Marloes Rd

    A fox ran out between the parked cars, the empty tarmac trench broken by the flash of orange. Flanked by multi-million pound Victorian terraces, it paused for a moment to assess its fellow late night trespasser. It darted off, leaving them alone in the sterile starry night.

  • Cut With Dust

    Cut With Dust

    Thud thud thud thud. Strobe. White. Pulse. Heat. Thud thud thud. Grey. Sweat. Brick. Flesh. Swirl. Thud thud. Tight. Choke. Black. Thud.

  • Vespertine Shroud / Crumbling Dusk

    Vespertine Shroud / Crumbling Dusk

    The sky blanketed the land, a particulate of navy and indigo giving way to endless speckled black. Falling around me in layers of crumbling dusk. Swelling and disintegrating with each suggestion of summer air. Were the evening shades of blues thinning or the crepuscular darkness thickening?