Deaf Havana are 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 centre 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.

In embracing the rough with the smooth and taking the steps he never thought he was going to, James has found a balance that probably wasn’t possible to locate in the past. And ‘We’re Never Getting Out’, as a title defines that feeling perfectly and reflects even more in how he is looking to the future. There are things we will never truly escape. The life we have lived so far, no matter how much of a success or failure we see it being, is committed to the echelons of history. The scars will remain, and the remnants of our past lives will constantly flow through our bloodstream. But in using that to their advantage, Deaf Havana has never felt more prominent or powerful. “It’s excitement I feel now and not dread, I feel like this is a true fresh start.”