We're Never Getting Out

Deaf Havana is back with their 7th studio album ‘We’re Never Getting Out’. The songs that materialised for We’re Never Getting Out’ are, despite their shimmering disposition, devastatingly sad. Every anxiety, every step back, every wrench of the heart that comes with realising the life you thought you had built is crumbling around you is on display in vivid colour. And that’s because most of them were written whilst James was in his marital home, penning break-up ballads before the break-up had even occurred.

From the confused limbo of ‘Carousel’, detailing the dizziness that comes with this cycle of sadness and self-medicating he was stuck in, to the tear-stained ‘Frida, 1939’, where the concern of who he would be away from this massive part of his life comes to the forefront, through to the intent to not settling for the ordinary at the center of ‘Lawn Tennis’ or the fear of being the one to make the all-important move surrounding ‘Car Crash’ it’s heavy going, heart breaking and spine-tinglingly honest in equal measure.