Like a modern day romantic, EL Heath finds beauty all around him- in childhood memories; in the countryside around his Shropshire home; in early morning light and in dreams. It’s this beauty that provides inspiration for his music: he churns out song after song after song, barely finishing one track before he rushes onto the next. The world compels this man to make music.

And what music it is! It’s made using his vast arsenal of guitars, cheap synthesizers, toy instruments, circuit bent keyboards, field recordings and processed vocals and is always absolutely beautiful.

In lesser hands the kind of music Heath makes could meander along pleasantly, but he possesses that special talent of knowing exactly how to lift a piece to the next level- a subtle master of rhythm, melody and texture. We are extremely lucky to have him on our label.

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Wind, Thee Wind

Wind, Thee Wind

Another masterful weaving of the personal and the natural from EL Heath. Yawning martenot, sad ambience, spoken word rumination on life’s inevitable movement.

Winter Soundtrack

Winter Soundtrack

An album that nearly failed to see the light of day: a spare melancholic rumination on the idea and reality of an unforgiving winter. Walking to the cell of Father Zosìma through the crisp snow.

Dusk Dappled Fall

Dusk Dappled Fall

A heart stoppingly beautiful Proustian evocation of the tranquility of the countryside in Autumn: of following water, long childhood walks and glorious sunlight through fading trees. Gorgeous washes of ambient sound.