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Theoretics

by Seeing Other People

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1.
Theoretics 02:05
Strange how you’d only notice, who your home is, when it’s leaving. What a life is oh to be half lived, because you dreamt it. How’d you live with. That you’d see her a few years later she’ll wear a white dress, her fathers arm rests, upon her shoulders, and how you knew her, will it be torture? Just to see her. Or would you take the high ground? be happy to be, what wasn’t easy, in her eyes. Both a mirror, and a memory, just a shadow in disguise.
2.
Revival 03:49
His mothers name was Angeline, catholic school it left him blue and green. They spoke of heaven but they’d never been, our boy he was a child and so he just blindly believed. In the dream that he would make it out, become a preacher in a quiet town, take the word and spread it all around. My god, he was saved but never in the way you would think. He found an old eight track, he never looked too far back. And I come alive at the sound of your expectations, they’re so wide eyed and that’s why I cannot believe. You , aren’t moved by “the sound” or the “good vibrations”, so arresting in a strange way I can’t believe His parents said he sold his soul, he just wanna play that rock and roll. Believed the word but hell it took its toll yet still, he’s got stories where the ending got you grinding your teeth. Now he’s working for the minimum, you might say that he’s down on his luck. He never would sell out to anyone. Somehow, he says it’s something in the good old fashioned way he was raised. He remembers that eight track, and how he never looked too far back. And I come alive at the sound of your expectations, they’re so wide eyed and that’s why I cannot believe. You , aren’t moved by “the sound” or the “good vibrations”, so arresting in a strange way I can’t believe He says trust me trust me I’ll sell you nothing I can’t make you believe and honey darling never blame me, blame he who knows not how to take in the word (x2) And I come alive at the sound of your expectations, they’re so wide eyed and that’s why I cannot believe. You , aren’t moved by “the sound” or the “good vibrations”, so arresting in a strange way I can’t believe
3.
Inflections 03:26
One day she drew me near and how she spoke was clear, in her voice i heard no inflection, don’t you wanna hit the road, pack some clothes. And every stitch I wore, the less travelled road, it was paved with all my intentions. Tell me who id love to be, beg and plead. Then i found my soul on the seal bay shore, I wonder if its all for one or not at all? East of Eden leans, to the valleys and sounds, i hear them out, singing from... Sea to shining sea, through roads and clouds, I hear them out, I hear them out, I hear them out calling again. When the sun would shine I was hypnotised, by the lake I heard my reflection. Passing through a frequency, I had seen. All the open roads never lead to home they’re a call to arms for protection, from all of the mundane stuff, we’re scared of. Do the lovers long for broken homes? and wonder if its all for one or not at all? If you’d only known the words I wrote, while I had called you home, called you home, called you home. All the ajar doors and forest floors that we had hoped to know, hoped to know. East of Eden leans, to the valleys and sounds, i hear them out, singing from... Sea to shining sea, through roads and clouds, I hear them out, I hear them out, I hear them out calling again.
4.
Breathe 04:51
Hey you over there long face, no trace of anyone here who knows you. I could be a friend, pretend, I know your face from somewhere. That would be a ruse, untrue, just plasters over all my best intentions. When you call me out, hang about, come on now, wheres this going. All this time goes easy, notice you, notice me. I cant help but leave with you Well I know I don’t but I would really like to get to know you, murder all the time, fine wine, and ageless as the summer. I swear I’m okay, delay the romance, i just wanna walk beside you. Sing me all your thoughts, while my brain rots into your history. All this time its easy, notice you, notice me, lose myself to find you out. Gaslights in the streets and lives lost in backseats, let me down start up the car. I felt the weight of the world was lost on me, so put my hand out the window, caught that breeze. It was rare like the things I once believed, somewhere, sometime, not long ago. Cause like the pen on the page, your drawn on me, and honey i’ll catch your breath when you cant breathe. As long as you’ll be the day i cant quite seize, old news, same muse, for all times sake. Hey you over there, how fairs the weather, cloudless is our sky now, were back in the sticks, in with the bricks and mortified at...all the words we spoke at our first meeting, fleeting like my thoughts of leaving, I once thought you tame, no shame on me, i nearly missed you. Longest time goes easy, still notice you, notice me, lose myself when i recall. I felt the weight of the world was lost on me, so put my hand out the window, caught that breeze and it was rare like the things I once believed, somewhere, sometime, not long ago. Cause like the pen on the page, your drawn on me, and honey i’ll catch your breath when you cant breathe. As long as you’ll be the day i cant quite seize, old news, same muse, for all times sake. Chased you down, so we could paint this town. A colour just like you. It felt good. In silence now, i think of how we sound. You know that those home truths, felt good. (To fade).
5.
Interlude 01:15
6.
Smokewreaths 03:32
When you lie to yourself, it isnt only you who can find out. That you know not yourself, and nobody else. Can ever save you, its not safe to. Ive got peace of mind for every time, I never helped you, you need help true, you know I get so ashamed of me. When I think I used to. Beg you for a call back, call it it a comeback, tell me what you want I, know I can be that, darling wont you come back? Cause all I see is you. Well you gave off a certain heat, and no ones taking that from you. I know your youth gets hard to beat. When they pass in the street... Would they know that you were dying to be, a white lightning queen in the passenger seat, if hes not the boy that you thought him to be well then baby thats not on me. And its just like you to... Beg me for a call back, call it a comeback, tell me what you want i, know i can be that, darling wont you come back? All i see is you. Dying for a nightcap, a little more and see if you can hit that, just for a throwback darling come the mornin, itll just be you. Something old can be made new, tell yourself its borrowed blues (Just to save face you can live in that place where it always is what it always isnt)
7.
Halcyon 03:32
Making space for visions that I don’t quite see, giving in to all of your philosophy. If your feeling something that there never was, could it be we’re growing old with grace because...all the years before this are halcyon, the future lies in boxes in your mothers loft. Lets be talking heads and put a record on, on a wire dancing to a simple song. Take all of the days we lack, pull them from the rubble with the flags half mast. Tell me whats a boy to do? When he might as well be nowhere when he’s not with you. Friday heart beholden to its Monday mind, lets make errors darlin of the human kind. I can see our future spinning on a dime, Bargain basement hourglass is keeping time. Buy cheap and burn to the ashes, we’ll sell while the house market crashes. I hope nothing ever gives eventually, breakfast beer and Sunday fear will set you free. Take all of the days we lack, pull them from the rubble with the flags half mast. Tell me whats a boy to do, when he might as well be nowhere when he’s not with you Peaceful peace of me you know that I get nervous when I get cold. The people look like flowers now, the bluebird sings when he gets out. Take all of the days we lack, pull them from the rubble with the flags half mast. Tell me whats a boy to do, when he might as well be nowhere when he’s not with you. Tell me what your living for? So scared of these horizons and their open doors, and where they could be leading to, it might as well be nowhere if its not with you. It might as well be nowhere if its not with you. I might as well be nowhere if i’m not with you.
8.
Defeatist 03:02
Some might call this love a pyre never on fire, weathered like it’s wood. Lost in the years between chances, still part of me dances each time you walk in a room There’s no subtlety to loving you should be a cascade, I let it slip away, for fear of ever being too see through, cause transparencies not part of you and me and you know this to, be true. People say “god loves a trier” and I’ll never tire of showing proof. Everyone else is the crescent and If I’m in your presence it lifts me up. Cause there is majesty to how you move, with lost grace, now I’ve, misplaced the side of me that tries to play it cool. As we take a walk, I hardly talk for fear I’ll speak the truth, to you. We sit alone by the embers coldest December couldn’t steal our warmth. Frozen In silence between us I’m a defeatist and I drift... If there’s a latency to these home truths, then I don’t want to know, I’d rather breathe slow, and contemplate the risk of losing you. Now I’m skipping beats, and I beg and plead, don’t ever tell me if you feel it too. Don’t you?
9.
And in a way I, can only come confused, sit and stare a while, into your deepest blues, and every shade of your every move seems new in the dark. If its a friendship, then its sinking fast, the storm of you breaks, the ocean walls and masts, and in the wreckage, I make to speak at last, words die in the dark. You know I, never leave it where it lies, beauty by design, leading me on. So we keep laughing in, all the ways we ought to, We’d be scared of this, if we told the truth, so let it burst and bloom. Cause when your smiling it, feels just like the autumn. I see changes in, this withered hue, oh what can i do but let it burst and bloom? What a patchwork, of every old cliche, still I’m defenceless, against the words you say, I sing to myself, until it all gives way its suddenly dark. You seem to long for, an idea of love, im not here to translate, while you speak in tongues, may i remind you? before the dawn you know that its dark. So we keep laughing in, all the ways we ought to, We’d be scared of this, if we told the truth, so let it burst and bloom. Cause when your smiling it, feels just like the autumn. I see changes in, this withered hue, oh what can i do but let it burst and bloom? Bring me round with a recent sound, like a gunshot clearing the trees, die somewhere, far from here, we were born to fear... This grace note state, falling into place, like the piece of you I cant find, part of me, wishes for all the time before you knew i had nowhere to be. Steps retraced to a passing place, where the gulls all cry to the sea, mourn something, cold and grey but you always carve out... Empty space in a crowded place, til its only you I can see, say something old or pray to the present day, you know I’ve got nowhere to be.
10.
Ribbons 03:45
They say that I’m a dreamer, so wont you check my head? Ive been all around the world and somehow in this bed is where I find myself, I swear that i’ll never tell. It isn’t always kind but I’ve found its often blind. Ribbons lay threadbare still you cant cut the ties that bind us so easily, I pray the lord my soul you’ll keep. And if i die before I wake, thats just my luck, and thems the breaks. Love, don’t doubt it, I will scream and shout it, through the songs I’m singing, I’ve no problem winging it until we fly through... If its all for nothing, we should go do something just like no ones watching, laugh away mistakes until they make us proud, I’m proud of what I’ve found, with you. There’s a feeling that I get, dust gathers on my shoes. California waves arrive at your Pacific blues. The ocean spits and speaks, saying that we should leave. Home is anywhere I roam, or feel like I belong, you can tell the whole damn world that this one is your song. Its what you are to me, that lets my telltale heart speak. If I have reaped, what I have sown. My friend its been, my joy to know you. Love, don’t doubt it, I will scream and shout it, through the songs I’m singing, I’ve no problem winging it until we fly through... If its all for nothing, we should go do something just like no ones watching, laugh away mistakes until they make us proud, I’m proud of what I’ve found, with you.
11.
Realist 05:40
It wasn’t like that, it wasn’t like anything I’ve seen. You know its such a crying shame, to see your face, look the way it does. When your leaving, thats when you know where home is, Id only ever half lived before you came along but the cracks still show. Its not as if these, plans we made were consecrated in the ground. Its not as of the screaming void has ever really made a sound. It wasn’t like that, don’t feed me that timeless line again. If only I could make some plans, maybe shake some hands, like I said I would. Since yesteryear its been crystal clear that the colours cry, their cut and dried in the deepest blue. Home is where we grow apart, its where the hurt is thats for sure. Fonder is the absent heart, with time to start a faith renewed. Wide is the canyon, that sits between the two. Of now and forever, I don’t always need the truth. And though the sun is dying, it still shines on me and you. So how could forever, look anything but good? Say the words, so i can hear them, cant we all, be true believers, darling I know where my home is and I know its you. With smallest parts to bigger pieces, give much more than you receive, its only love, and I’m a realist, real with you and I believe it.

about

Hailing from Edinburgh, Seeing Other People were, like most bands, born out of circumstance - albeit unforeseen and globally reaching ones. Mid-Lockdown, friends Ryan McGlone (The Youth and Young) and David Ritchie (folda) found themselves forced into ‘back to basics’ song writing - given that they had no possibility of using a studio environment to hone their sound.

This did, however, mean that the songs came thick and fast. They met on park benches, town squares, and then later in well ventilated rooms to write wherever and whenever they could.

What was produced forms the bones of their upcoming debut album “Theoretics”, due for release on 10 December 2021. A labour of love where the songs were, from a very early stage, designed to be part of an album, and listened to with this fully in mind. Not a concept record as such, but one that juxtaposes the hypotheticals and toxic nostalgia of an average thirty something against knocking some sense into yourself with hopeful optimism.

The songs effortlessly float between the two. Album opener “Theoretics” imagines being a guest at the wedding of someone you once loved, and then slides effortlessly into lead single “Revival” - which despite its character driven narrative - is just about loving music.

“Inflections” lyrically encapsulates the albums love for, and influence of, the other side of the Atlantic. Before “Breathe” tells an almost early Taylor Swift style story of a couple throughout their lives.

The sweeping soundscapes continue before gut-wrenching album closer “Realist”. A song as open and honest as anything McGlone has written before, detailing his own mental health struggles but setting these aside the wider context of guilt around his own privileges. Without giving the albums most heartfelt lines away - to paraphrase a movie you just may have seen - they remind us all that time is short and we should either “get busy living, or get busy dying”. Bookending the album with “Theoretics” as the melancholic fantasy and “Realist” as the triumphant, yet sobering thought.

Fans of Sam Fender, Springsteen, and Jenny Lewis will notice the musical homages, while the lyrical content offers both intimate and relatable snapshots of a life careening towards middle age - yet simultaneously embracing and fearing this. In a nutshell, this is Americana with that distinctly Scottish sense that things taking a turn for the worst is only ever just around the corner.

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released December 10, 2021

Seeing Other People is;

David Ritchie - Guitars | Bass | Vocals | Keys
Ryan McGlone - Vocals | Lyrics

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by Mark Morrow @ The Depot, Edinburgh.
Produced by Mark Morrow and Seeing Other People.

Cover Photo by Harris Brine (insta: @harrisbee)
Logo and Layout by Holly Goodall.

Album Personnel;

Ailsa Taylor - Violin on "Gracenote"

Chloe Wightman - Backing Vocals on "Inflections", "Halcyon", and "Realist"

Chris Grieve - Brass on "Realist"

Cuan Thomas - Electric Guitar/Pedal-steel throughout | Backing Vocals on "Smokewreaths" | Organ on Halcyon

Ellie Buglass - Backing Vocals on "Inflections" and "Realist" | Lead Vocals on "Gracenote"

Ewan Simpson - Backing Vocals on "Smokewreaths" and "Realist"

Jamie Clapton.- Drums on all tracks | Additional Production on "Theoretics", "Interlude", and "Realist"

Letso Berger - Backing Vocals on "Inflections"

Lissa Robertson - Violin on "Realist"

Paul Ford - Bass Guitar on "Revival"

Steve Varney - Banjo on "Defeatist"

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