Please note this is a pre-order item due for release 10th October, 2025

Dinked Edition: DINKED #364

Glow in the dark vinyl *
Hand signed + numbered 12 x 12 poster on 250gsm paper stock *
Holographic nightbus logo sticker *
Limited pressing of 400 *

*exclusive to Dinked Edition

Tracklist:

1. Somewhere, Nowhere
2. Angles Mortz
3. False Prophet
4. Fluoride Stare
5. The Void
6. Ascension
7. Just a Kid
8. Host
9. Landslide
10. Renaissance
11. 7am
12. Blue In Grey

“The kind of music New Order might make if they were 21 today” The Guardian
“Eeerie indie to soundtrack late night tales” NME
“Electronic post-punk goth chic” Dork

Flickering in ultraviolet, there is an elusive place where blue pill meets red, ups become downs, and day merges with night. Those liminal spaces where anything is possible is where youll find Nightbus and their hypnotic debut album Passenger. Doom, uncertainty, and opportunity lurk in the shadowy corners of their murky existence with stops at disassociation, co-dependency, and addiction before reaching its final destination – a glimmer of hope.

The in-between of Nightbus own Gotham lies where Manchesters city pulse meets Stockports outer realm. An audio-visual entity formed among a musical family of friends, freaks, and foes in messy mills and after hours on dancefloors alike, their sound bleeds from tension where collective creative forces are bound together and collide with the fallout of being torn apart. Before even playing a show, their So Young released single Mirrors a knowing nod of respect to some well-known gloomy Northerners – may have made old school indie heads shimmy at shows in Salfords The White Hotel but also signalled the duos knack for offering listeners aBandersnatch approach to hitchhiking their own personal Nightbus in whatever direction they choose to take. Everyone can have their moment with our songs; the music is our response to who e are as young people, living in the city full of this energy right now,they say.

Whilst reverb hefty melodies and dread-filled loops embody isolation from writing at each of their home studio set-ups, magic happens in the ether across 90s trip-hop, indie sleaze and electronica; Jakes production layers Olives pop sentimentality with drums and samples whilst tales of a cast of faceless characters place Olive as puppet master; her severed selfs perspective manipulating their stringed limbs at arms length to see how their stories play out when scenes reflecting her own lie close to the bone. Its a bit fucked; like having this out of body experience with a made-up movie running through my head, she says. As I write I can see theyre all from a similar world, but they allow me to explore different feelings without giving away part of myself.

Recorded at The Nave in Leeds with producer-engineer Alex Greaves (Heavy Lungs, Working Mens Club), surprise and danger lies in every crevice. Brooding whispers turn to chants on 6-minute opus Host. Improvised when performed live, its immersive shift in tempo leads to hefty dub courtesy of Jakes pedals. Even then, you wont know shits hit the fan until its mid-point reveal when ominous bass blasts a thunderous soundtrack as its protagonist defiantly walks away after committing the perfect crime. It makes you wait, and more songs should have sirens, Olive grins.

Leaning deeper into alter-egos via the video game-psychological horror of a Silent Hill dystopia, the bands Fight Club moment Angles Mortz turns its literal translation of death angles on its head as it reflects upon kink and internalised shame reincarnated as pride. Elsewhere the ice cool Landslide is a Requiem for a Dream about the addiction of being in a band; The Void explores co-dependency and estranged relationships; and carefully selected samples revive house track Just A Kid from the bands early incarnation. Passengers every direction is to face challenges head on. That is whats so great about horror; you can see through predictable patterns so when the unexpected occurs it’s more realistic and uncomfortable… I want to own the dark stuff! As for Passengers first single, the pulsating Ascension is a spiralling deep dive into death, suicide, and legacy around who or what weleave behind. A noughties club banger by way of NYC beats – ergonomically designed for those who like to stay out a little too often and too late – it throbs like a house partys partition wall as the literal levelling up undergoes a neon transformation; blue glitching topink, diffusing the white construct of the Nightbus Matrix. It really does feel like the end of something and was purposely written that way, they say, the ascension is like a firework going off!

With wheels in motion, Nightbus has become a movement surpassing sonic realms. Between shows from Porto to Brighton taking in The Great Escape, Rotterdams Left Of The Dial and Paris Supersonic; DJing; remixing; guesting (BDRMMs Microtonic album); and even enlisting talented like-minds to craft a 3-part queer coming-of-age music video series which ties in with a new hyperpop phase in the evolution of their popular Nightbus Soundsystem club night, heads are now being turned from sports brands to high-end fashion designers.

There are things we cant reveal just yet, tells Olive, but were excited about the direction this beast weve created is heading. As the album philosophises and asks one ultimate question; what does it truly mean to be Passenger? Nightbus may not claim to offer a definitive answer, but it might make you feel a bit better about those demons.

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