Blog: shattered satellite

So you're backstage. Waiting to go on. Waiting to shatter every last coeur in the room with your languid mélange of taut white boy funk and wistful soul. Butterflies rise in your belly but you brush them off. Straighten your tie, you bend down to tie your laces. Your name is Othello Woolf . Swaggering onto the stage, you glance around to find your band conspicuous by their absence. Instead, Gwil is gleaming back at you; the hint of a grin dancing across his face. Samplers whir into life as Golden Silvers [...]

• Othello Woolf - Stand - Golden Silvers Remix