A SEASON MADE OF MEMORIES

“Christmastime” arrives like a warm glow on a winter evening—a song stitched together not with glitter or grandiosity, but with something far more affecting: the quiet magic of reconciliation. After a staggering twenty-five years apart, the creators reunite not to chase charts or acclaim, but simply to rediscover the joy that first bonded them as kids making music in El Paso. And you can feel that joy radiating through every second of this track.

The blend of their voices is the heart of the experience—one soaring, one grounding, moving together with an ease that only decades of shared history can shape. There’s an unmistakable tenderness in the way the harmonies settle, as if the song itself is exhaling after years of holding its breath.

What’s striking is how effortlessly the tune balances nostalgia with freshness. It taps into that classic holiday warmth—crackling fires, childhood wonder, the simple thrill of anticipation—but never feels derivative or sugary. Instead, it feels lived-in, shaped by real life: the dark stretches, the hard-earned peace, the decision to choose something gentle and bright.

The production stays intimate and uncluttered, letting the melody and emotional undercurrent shine. You get the sense that the track was made in a space filled with gratitude and second chances.

“Christmastime” isn’t just a holiday single; it’s a soft, luminous reminder that healing can take the shape of a song—and that some bonds never truly fade, they just wait for the right moment to find their way back.

Spiralling in Style

“Hot Mess” bursts out of the EP like a spark you can’t look away from—a raw, glitter-smudged snapshot of young chaos handled with surprising finesse. What makes this track instantly gripping isn’t just its boldness, but the way it captures that dizzy middle space between falling apart and growing up, where everything feels loud, bright, and impossibly important.

The production leans into an indie-pop pulse that feels both sharp-edged and breathable, giving the song a reckless confidence. There’s a thrum underneath—restless, slightly wild—that mirrors the emotional turbulence the track is trying to make sense of. The vocals glide between fragile and feisty, carrying that heart-in-the-throat energy only someone still standing on the cusp of everything can deliver.

What’s striking is how the song manages to feel unpolished in the best way: intentional roughness, teenage honesty, the sense that it was written before the dust even had time to settle. Yet, it’s paired with a melodic polish that makes it unmistakably addictive. It’s a song that spirals, but beautifully—like watching someone laugh through the tears and mean every part of both.

As part of the larger collection, this track deepens the EP’s portrait of youth by adding a defiant streak, a little fire to balance the softness. And honestly? It lands like a standout moment—messy, magnetic, and utterly alive.

Into the Grey Between Worlds

“Bardo Blues” lands like a jolt from another dimension—moody, magnetic, and brimming with that deliciously unhinged swagger the band has built its reputation on. The track feels like a fever dream stitched together from post-punk grit, psychedelic haze, and a rock ’n’ roll pulse that refuses to sit still. It’s the kind of song that doesn’t just play in the background; it slithers up your spine and takes over the room.

From the very first seconds, the music builds an atmosphere thick enough to choke on—shadow-soaked guitars circling like vultures, a bassline that moves with dangerous intent, and drums that punch forward with a restless urgency. Woven through all of it is a vocal performance that flickers between allure and attack, carrying the track through its shifting moods with eerie precision. One moment you’re hypnotised, the next you’re on edge.

What really grabs you is the band’s ability to straddle chaos and control. The track sways between tight grooves and wild spirals, creating this tension that keeps your heart rate just a little higher than it should be. There’s a raw unpredictability here—like anything could combust at any moment—and that’s exactly what makes it addictively replayable.

“Bardo Blues” doesn’t just mark a return; it feels like a rebirth. Bold, murky, and fiercely alive, it teases a new era that’s ready to shake the floorboards loose. Turn it up, let it swallow you whole, and enjoy the trip through the in-between.

A Quiet Storm, Softly Rising 

“Thousands Are Sailing” lands like a deep breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding, the kind that fills your chest with something heavy and hopeful at the same time. Lost Chimes lean fully into their indie-folk instincts here, crafting a track that feels intimate yet vast—like a small candle flickering against a huge night sky.

The band’s acoustic palette is warm and patiently layered, giving the song a tender heartbeat. Every note feels placed with intention: the gentle guitar lines, the subtle percussive touches, the vocal delivery that wavers between vulnerability and quiet determination. There’s an emotional clarity in the performance that sneaks up on you, the kind that sends a little chill down your arms without you realising why.

What gives the song its real gravity, though, is the story it carries. Instead of approaching displacement with broad strokes, the track zooms in on one woman’s moment of courage—her decision to leave, to choose herself, to step into an unknown future because staying is no longer an option. It’s a personal narrative that expands into something universal: resilience, escape, survival, rebirth.

Despite its weighty theme, the song never sinks into despair. It honours the ache of leaving while quietly celebrating the spark of hope that pushes someone forward. That balance—pain and possibility in the same breath—is where Lost Chimes truly shine.

“Thousands Are Sailing” isn’t just heard; it’s felt. And long after it fades, it lingers like a memory you don’t want to shake.