Four Blokes

Hello to all of you creatures who crawl around in the mud, sniffing out bulbs to eat. We find ourselves at the end of another month of the Gregorian Calender (who was Gregory, anyways?) and this time it's February. Here in England, we experienced a record-breaking streak of consecutive days of rainfall and until the last week of February I seemed to find myself under rainclouds on every one if those days. Recently, there have been murmurs of spring - a few splatterings of blossom and the occasional hint of blue in the sky - when I felt The Warmth Of The Sun on my face for the first time in God Only Knows how long, I felt all mixed up inside. Out and Over As the seasons have changed, one Epoch of Four Blokes has given way to another. At the end of January we released our second albumThe Wet Garden of Love, the recording of which spanned from December 2024 to December 2025. Those songs are out now - out for you to listen to, but also out of my mind. I have thus thrown myself headlong...

Hello to one and all - I hope your 2026 is off to a good start! It's been a stormy month weatherwise, but all the better to wash away the past and make room for new beginnings. We released a new LP at the end of January, and thus we set out on a new journey - it's all very exciting, everything seems undecided, public opinion on our new sound is yet to be gauged. I must admit that the album launch didn't go as smoothly as I'd like but nonetheless it's exciting to get it out there. As you'll find out later, we’re setting off on another recording odyssey straight away... It's fitting that I'm writing this on a train as I've spent much of the month in transit - me and Ava began the year in Bucharest and I've split the rest of January between London &  Southampton. The land of new opportunity, the screaming homeless woman, oat flat whites... the land of teenage ghosts, memories forming pinkish fog down every lane, blueberry lattes. I must say it w...