Sometimes in life it's nice to have a cool secret, something great that's only yours... but then sometimes its only fair to share with others so here is us sharing our drummer and her chit chat with you... In case you missed it earlier this week, Jonna is featured in New York based Tom Tom Magazine, you can read the article in its entirety here. #TomTomMagazine

***New Release*** 'Later... When The TV Turns To Static' live from Spotify's HQ in Stockholm. This song is a continuation of the song 'Change' from 'EUPHORIC /// HEARTBREAK \\\' that James and his mum did the vocals for. Here's the lyrics for 'Later...When The TV Turns To Static'. Jonna x my street as i remember is still the same wonder what the people around here say only i can turn things the other way i think my friends have all gave up on me untie my chains, i reach out in apology then dance dance dance into the future with me beware the fences, and the prison defences and the lies they say inside these walls commitments involuntary only the lonely, in this correctional facility isn't it sad, isn't it sad, isn't it a pity in the still of every night, i pray for the damaged who'll be loved unwillingly from in a place where no man truly can ever really walk away i didn't want to walk away it's later when the tv turns to static it's quiet on the edge of my bed up in the attic how i got home tonight seemed so automatic, systematic now the outside world looks so cinematic #Glasvegas #SpotifySessions Spotify

A stripped back version of 'Choices' from our Spotify sessions. GV x i don't want to leave home but my house is falling down i don't want to be alone but there's no one else around i don't want to make a noise but the silence is killing me i don't want to learn a new dance routine but this loneliness is a ring of roses circling me i still have choices i don't want to swim but my boat is capsizing in i don't want to keep running but the ground is a fire still burning i don't want to lose but i got nothing left to gamble i don't want to beg but i don't want to fight crawling down there again (and again, and again, and again) i still have choices i don't want to walk away but i really don't know how to stay i don't want to stay inside but what goes on behind my closed door outside i don't know? i don't want to look but avoiding it is even more perverted i don’t want to hate but trusting you gathers all my rage i still have choices i don't want to carry your jealous void but time can suffocate the vibration of your voice i don't want to be told but independence is hard to hold i don't want to pretend but don't want to remember way back then i don't want to die but i don't want to live not really alive i still have choices, left.