Our third offering unto you of our latest Signal. Paris for me was a really strange one, we walked for hours looking for a late night drinking den in Montmarte the night before and had absolutely no luck whatsoever. We woke up a bit knackered and we went on the hunt for flea markets and antique shops, we managed to find a brilliant place around the corner which in the door sat a propellar for a heinkel and a bit deeper in there was a whole box and shelf full of brilliant victorian theatre costumes. By the time Tom and I got back to the studio Huw had written this piano line. Enjoy!
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Sam, this is just gorgeous! Great to hear S.C.U.M's gentler side, it's delicate and intimate, yet savage and arresting as you guys always are. Love it.
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