No Trophy No One presents:
The first release from The Cabinet
This release confronts our insecurities, biggest worries and most grievous fault against hard concrete and cold steel rail.
In a multistory car park robbed of its usefulness in the early hours of the morning converting our feelings dreams and being into definition.
Lonely days on the coast, beach huts lie waiting to be burned.
Smoke fills the air, ashes collected and blown away.
Written in the spring a few summers and maybe an autumn.
Recorded between winters in unkept rooms, derelict buildings and unloved bars.
First of many horrors that patiently wait, to be listened to at night
Long Live Concrete, Long Live the Bay.
Trve Riviera Regression