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Becky Becky’s long awaited 2nd album Maraca will be released by Woodland Recordings over the summer holidays.
It’s available as a series of 5 postcards with download codes & a SPECIAL EDITION book / CD:
Order the SPECIAL EDITION album and receive:
25th June - Hey, Santiago! - single (postcard + download)
9th July - The Mountain - EP (postcard + download)
6th August - The Dance - EP (postcard + download)
3rd September- Symmetry - EP (postcard + download)
Late September - Maraca - album (SPECIAL EDITION book / CD + postcard + download)
Postcard art: Brigitte Rose
Lino cuts: Lunar Fields Design
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You own this
Becky Becky’s long awaited 2nd album Maraca will be released on Woodland Recordings over the summer holidays.
It’s available as a series of 5 postcards with download codes:
Subscribe to the postcards and receive:
25th June - Hey, Santiago! - single
9th July - The Mountain - EP
6th August - The Dance - EP
3rd September - Symmetry - EP
Late September - Maraca - album
A Special Edition Book / CD of Maraca is also available to pre-order from our website.
I wonder? Did he feel something too, the other one? Did something in him know?
They told me he pounded a frantic salsa beat into an amp unprovoked.
Did flares shoot from our convulsing abdomens and touch them at the very same moment? He, in a basement bar below a station and she across the globe and waiting, black hair damp with sweat, the kids at school, mother in an adjacent room, coffee pot hissing ignored. She's licking her lips, waiting, waiting. It will be soon.
The maracas are beginning to play. He's moving his hips cooing as a dove. The moment she's been waiting for, for a lifetime, since before they fell in love, when a boy at school curled shouted insults that she had a moustache.
Pear blossom was falling. The sun was high and other girls laughed. She had a graze on her knee that prickled with the salt of the sweat. Other girls laughed and now she knew: all men would be bastards and all girls coquettes; jiggling, giggling maracas. And now the coffee pot is erupting onto the stove top and he is erupting into the embrace of a braceleted figure with a soft-focus face.