Learning To Growl

by Overhead, The Albatross

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released May 13, 2016

All music by Overhead, The Albatross
Recorded live by Ciarán Cullen and by David Prendergast in Clique Recordings, Kildare
Indie Rose, Daeku, Telekinetic Forest Guard, HBG, Paroxysm & Bara mixed by Philip Magee in The Mill Studios, Swords
Big River Man mixed by Dan Cox in Urchin Studios, London
Leave It To My Ghost mixed by Vinny Casey in Clique Recordings

Mastered by Ciarán Cullen

Vocals on Theme For A Promise performed by The King’s Hospital Choir
Vocals on Big River Man performed by Emilie Daly and The Straffan Lads Choir
Vocals on Daeku performed by Emilie Daly and Kevin Letford

Additional Percussion on Theme For A Promise and Big River Man performed by Daniel Lang and Eimhin Kelly

Violins performed by Lia Wright, Brona Cahill and Sylvia Roberts
Viola performed by Beth McNinch
Cello performed by Úna Ní Chanainn

Trumpet and Trombone performed by Martin Smutny
Horn performed by Bethan Watkeys
Saxophone performed by Antonello D'Orazio

Album Artwork by Nick Boon
Script Font by Robert Ickis Mirolo

Thank you to our friends and family who stuck by us and helped us to make this record. It’s been a long time coming. We hope you like it.

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Track Name: Leave It To My Ghost
we all start with blunt tools and broken bridges,
our only sense to mend them,
stumble over missing slats and severed ropes,
we try to weave them closed, but our forlorn cries erode,
the weathers spoke, and we stand like ghosts in pallid light,
scratching numerals with nails to keep track of days,
using salt from ocean spray to dress the bridges wounds,
has this come too soon,
not soon enough for me.