Co. Down based singer CeeV’s latest release is an emotive attempt at expressing all those familiar feelings of missing home through modern pop sensibilities.
Currently based in Newry, CeeVfirst started to cut her teeth in music while studying at BIMM in Manchester. Although initially lacking the confidence to perform in front of othersCeeVfinally plucked up the courage and starting releasing music on SoundCloud. After amassing over 30,000 plays, CeeVbegan performing her own songs and slowly started building a loyal following.
After finishing her studies, CeeV travelled to Ottawa, Canada and determined to improve her craft performed in every venue possible. Now back at home CeeV has been finally releasing her songs to the world with her first release in over a year. The straightforward pop tune accompanied with soulful vocals proves to be a successful combination on ‘Lonely Night’. Along with the new track, CeeVhas also provided followers with a striking lyric video.
Speaking about the song CeeV explains “The song’s about sleeplessness, overthinking, nights out, basically tired eyes but a racing mind.”
Our Krypton Son’s latest track ‘White Sun’ is an exquisitely plaintive return to form for the Derry based folk singer.
The moniker of Chris McConaghy, ‘White Sun’ provides us with the lead single from ‘Our Krypton Son’s’ upcoming third album ‘Modern Ruins’. Three years since his last release‘Fleas and Diamonds’we are presented with a track that is beautifully hypnotic and .
Produced by Ryan Vail the addition of atmospheric synth sounds, and his magic touch has helped make this song a compelling mix of folk ramblings and modern electro. You can feel as the sounds swell around you and we are brought into the alluring and contemplative world of McConaghy’s shimmering musings. Through the song we hear how both artists have come together to create a track that sees them move into fresh realms of their own individual sounds.
Describing the track McConaghy says “‘White Sun’ is a poem of nothing. Shafts of light on a reservoir. Shafts of sun reddening the gills, burning behind the earlobes, years ago when you were a child. Memories of chips wrapped in obituaries, slices of watermelon dropped in the sand like sopping downturned grins suggest a limited future but then the white sun rises in the morning and anything is possible.”