No is the answer.....

Is there a reason to sing in assured tones of skillfully chosen colour about the lack of buoyancy in your ocean?

Is there a reason to write more songs about not capitalising on a moment, on the potential of situations for fear of failure?

There is a reason. That reason is called Sparker.

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Sparker is 32 years old and started playing in bands from the age of 11 around Shropshire. Having conquered the Telford music scene he moved to Liverpool at 19 and formed The Sights. The band became a regular feature of the Mersey music scene in the mid 90s, regularly playing at The Picket, The Lomax and touring the UK. Their success culminated in a Peel Session after their homemade demo “Sinus” had impressed the great man. Sparker started the Magic Water band after The Sights split then released a single “Sunday Sun” on the Invicta Hi Fi label.

Now solo, Sparker has built up a strong musical base in Brighton over the last 4 years. He has founded and fully developed his own 24 track Digital studio facility, and regularly engineers and produces some of the city’s hottest talent. It was here that throughout 2002 he recorded his debut solo album “Sad To See You Drown”.

At the heart of Sparker music is a fragile, soulful honesty. Wrapped in the original Sparker sound, these songs are dispatches from the bloody frontline of his emotions. Cellos swell, xylophones ring, acoustic guitars flutter blues riffs, great jazzy feel drumming tease and delight, and always that ominous bass, Sparker’s tour de force, relentlessly chugging away at the groove, daring you not to be swept up and carried along. From the revenge in “Concrete Chair”, the ominous panic of “Tick Of Time”, to the yearning for escape and release in “Factory Damage”, Sparker is feeling it.

He sings of sweating and crying a silent cry at night knowing you should be in a dulcet slumber; of spending so much time reliving the moments in life that fashion your identity - the moments when your camouflage was torn & hung threadbare in the starlit gallery; he sings of dreading you won’t outlast your working life still healthy and young.

…of fearing that time got you by the balls long ago…

…matching each beat of his music with every blow from he treadmill.

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