Hi!  My name is Otto, I'm a musician living in London. I've just released my first single with my band "Otto & The Shadow Hunters".  It would be great if you could give it a listen and see if it fits your playlist, or if you could give us a feature.  You can listen to it here: http://hyperurl.co/TheShadowHuntersPlease also find attached an Mp3 for it. We also just released the lyrics video...

I'm a 21-year-old alternative folk/pop singer-songwriter and the first single off of my debut album is coming out on March 20! You can pre-save below! Safe Silence is about saying goodbye to easy company, the friend that you can sit in comfortable quiet with. I hope it sounds like driving around with the windows down and watching the sunset:) Remi Goode - Safe Silence The firs...

FEELS LIKE HEAVEN – SAM LYON (PRESS RELEASE) Official Release Date: 30th April 2021 About the Artist:Sam Lyon is a Cheshire (UK) based up and coming singer-songwriter currently sending shockwaves through the music industry with her unrivalled success as a proudly independent artist. Despite being a team of only one, with no record label, no management, and no hefty PR team, Sam has rapidly su...

It is not for you to catch all the fires that find theirflight to Guernica | the cinder settles on the paletteafter being coughed from the lung, this was yourhome, that which was swelling on the pasture ofeach breath you struggled to unearth | how manyhours were lost with the gazania now sharing theafterlife with the woven blanket laced by the bentfingers of your sleeping grandmother who did no...

fallen between the abstract | a distant hallelujah          next to the clovesI slip and am unsalvageable, but I know howforgiveness is shaped even if I have never knownthe scent of purity | lashing out at horns thatbreed like passing streetlights before the fire ever began           nightswithout fire, without heat | the estrangementnow named home, the fireflies of Connecticutthat move me from...

speaking as if I am bent / theseare the knuckles of late augustbullying what is left of softenedgrains in their nascent, on earth  an Iberian fen is my focus I make too much room for firewhere my ancestors spared life a peninsula saving the sea, the years are borne of draughtand sun / in knots, carryingmyself into the past through my own cheek, squeezed intopalmfuls of warm black fruitto build ...

It is not for you to catch all the fires that find theirflight to Guernica | the cinder settles on the paletteafter being coughed from the lung, this was yourhome, that which was swelling on the pasture ofeach breath you struggled to unearth | how manyhours were lost with the gazania now sharing theafterlife with the woven blanket laced by the bentfingers of your sleeping grandmother who did no...