Velvet P.
Samantha
I write. I open. I make the calls at 4am. If you stay long enough you'll hear what I sound like the rest of the time.
Lily
I produce. I say wait. I'm rarely the first to speak in a room. Listen long enough and you'll hear me anyway.
Songs for after midnight.
Dark, sensual electropop. The kind of bass you feel before you hear it. Made for headphones, for rooms with the lights off and the door locked.
The night I called her at 3am.
I was barefoot in the kitchen. The kettle had gone cold an hour ago and I hadn't noticed. There was a melody in my head that wouldn't sit still...
Lily writes one.
Samantha asked me to write one of these. So. I'm in the bath. The water's hot. The track is on loop, the second one, the one she doesn't know I keep going back to...
Three songs.
Just for you.
Three tracks first, then letters from us, late, when we're alone and want company. You hear everything before anyone else does.
Let me in