Stars is a record written in the ruins; cries from the wilderness of one man’s early thirties, having walked away from a job, a home, a life, and a version of himself he could no longer recognise.

Every song on this album takes place at night. The characters drift through late-night bars, car parks, motorways, motel rooms, and memories.
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They’re lonely, reckless, romantic, haunted. But they’re still looking up — still chasing something strange that glows in the dark. A sign, a signal, a reason to keep going.
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This is an album about hope that comes too late. About misadventures, lost love and quiet, crushing mornings. About what it means to be untethered — and learning to live with it.
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We recorded it loud in Manchester: a full band full of the city’s best musicians. It’s got Hammond organs, upright pianos, big harmonies, sweeping choruses.
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It’s heartland rock, midnight Americana, and a quiet kind of gospel.
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The soundtrack to a long drive toward something better — or at least something honest.