Old Home

Old Home is a swimming pool filled with ghosts, the ugly and catastrophic shattering of the cosmos, the breaking of bones and the burning of scarecrows in frightening ritual. It’s a vicious arterial bleed in the soul, soft footsteps on timber floorboards at the foot of your bed. It’s the tangle of hair and sheets, a wildfire rushing across the vast expanse of dry meadow in your skull. It’s the simultaneous marriage and divorce of playful laughter and death addiction.

Conceived in February 2016 as a platform for the performance of poetry and spontaneous composition, Old Home is taking its first steps towards the mother’s arms. Their debut album The Anti-Room is a collection of songs that reach deep inside the ugly caverns of the human psyche, pulling out every inch of emotion that dwells within us, to be cleaned, patched up, rearranged and put back. Each song lies at a different point along some unknown, infinite spectrum, mending our broken hearts with love and kindness. There is healing power in our community. There is healing power in the spaces between the words and the notes. There is healing power in the intimate sway. There is healing power in all our smiles that we have the brief opportunity to share with one another.