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Vinyl LP

Lay back, everything’s out of control.

EVERYTHING is out of control.

Luke Redfern Scott, our Admiral Drowsy, knows how to stay the course. Navigating stormy seas, dark clouds hovering above. Chaos makes sense here.

Admiral Drowsy has risen from the ashes of the gutter boy; armed with a rare talent for seeing the strange and the beautiful; the inside of his head is turbulent, inquisitive.

This collection of fever dreams, living nightmare, and soundscapes takes us on a journey to places that feel familiar only to imagination:

Fierce battles on post-apocalyptic seas; where black and orange clouds block out the sun, lightning storms raging.

Buttercups and fresh grass on a high-summers day; forgetting that the searing sun is burning your body pink, magenta, red, as an icy pacific wind cuts you to the core.

Sirens wail unsteady sea shanties, as thunderous machinery hovers overhead.

Sleek, wet concrete after dark in a big city. Neon lights reflecting off gritty skyscrapers, and grimy concrete.

Sing your song to the river – speak to all those lost under the waves.

This sophomore album is an invitation to slip under, impossible to refuse. Washed over by a blissful and shockingly cold ripple; these songs of loss, confusion, reflection and hope fill the spaces in the psyche. They transform the indescribable depths of the human mind and experience into something audible, tangible.

Listen to the static, Admiral Drowsy is calling to us, his curling finger reeling you, and me, and all of us to join him.

While off-duty, our Admiral has been navigating poetry and live soundscapes alongside some of Ohinehou (Lyttelton)’s brightest burning stars; collaborating with Hester Ullyart at Otautahi’s Tiny Fest, and playing with Anita Clark’s Motte project on a national tour as well as playing support for Hannah Everingham and Sam Bambery.

Words by Violet French.
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