From Tom...​

I was 16 the first time I snuck into a club in Manchester. Canal Street. Terrible fake ID, absolutely terrified.

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Then I hit the dancefloor, and something clicked. The music. The chaos. The people who didn’t care what anyone thought.
I’d found my place and never really left.

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Growing up working-class and queer in Lancashire wasn’t exactly smooth. Throw ADHD into the mix, and you’ve got a brain that never switches off and emotions that hit all at once.

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My music is for the people who feel everything a bit too much.
The ones who’ve cried in the toilets at 3 am, then come back out and lose themselves on the dancefloor.

The ones who’ve locked eyes with a stranger mid-song and felt understood without saying a word.
The ones who realised they were never as alone as they thought.

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This is for us - The ones still chasing that fake ID feeling. xo