Obvious is now available to download.

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Recorded on a sunny Sunday morning…

The sound of birds and traffic going by, an introspective vocal, an overdriven guitar lament and a broken heart.

Originally released in 1989, Obvious captures This Window at their most raw, intimate and instinct‑driven—a moment when DIY recording wasn’t an aesthetic choice but the only honest way to get the work into the world. Tracked on a Tascam 144 and mixed down to a Revox PR99, the sound carries the grain, hiss and voltage‑shifted atmosphere of late‑80s cassette culture: fragile, immediate, and unfiltered.

Remastered by not destroyed

Digitally remixed in 2026.

Obvious stands as a snapshot of a band working outside the mainstream, shaping their own language with whatever tools were at hand. It’s a reminder of how much can be said with limited means, and how the imperfections of tape can become part of the message itself.

This 2026 digital release doesn’t rewrite history—it lets the original speak more clearly.

 

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A Moment Longer is now available to download.

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An analogue fantasy

“A Moment Longer” unfolds from that simple description into something far more evocative and immersive: a slow‑breathing rhythmic synth pulse acting as the heartbeat, a bass line laid across it like a warm weight, and a guitar that drifts in and out of the frame, sometimes melodic, sometimes textural, always slightly out of reach. This sonic tapestry creates a sense of suspension—neither fully grounded nor entirely dreamlike—imbuing the track with a soft, ethereal pull toward intimacy that draws the listener in.

The composition reads as a quiet confession, a tender nod to love and the act of making love, capturing those fragile seconds where time seems to stretch and the body becomes its own landscape. There’s an undeniable tenderness woven into the arrangement, evoking a sense of holding on to a fleeting moment that’s already slipping away, a delicate balance between presence and longing.

Originally captured on an 8‑track analogue tape machine, the piece carries the warmth, hiss, and physicality characteristic of its era. The mixdown to a Revox PR99 preserved that analogue depth—slight saturation, rounded transients, and the organic imperfections that define early‑90s cassette culture, lending the track an authentic vintage texture.

Remastered – a punchier bass

Digitally remastered in 2026, the track now sits with enhanced clarity and spatial definition, yet it retains the tactile, hand‑made quality of its original form. This careful restoration allows the emotional core of the piece to shine through with renewed vibrancy, bridging the gap between past and present while honouring the track’s timeless essence.

 

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Lay Back is now available to download.

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Review: “Lay Back” – This Window

The vocal delivery is intimate yet detached, a voice speaking from the edge of a bed at 3 a.m., where desire and disillusionment lie tangled in the same sheets. The instrumentation is sparse but deliberate — synth tones and low, percussive murmurs that feel like the hum of a radiator in winter, or the faint static of a radio tuned just off-station.

The emotional core

The song carries the atmosphere of a late‑night monologue: a voice half‑present, half‑elsewhere, speaking from the edge of a bed where desire, regret, and detachment all occupy the same space. There’s a literary quality to it — the Bandcamp page explicitly nods to Favourite Games and Beautiful Losers, and you can feel that influence in the tone: smoky, slow, and quietly bruised. [^1]

Sound and texture

The production is sparse but intentional. Soft synth tones drift like the hum of a radiator in winter; low percussive murmurs slip in and out like an overheard conversation. Nothing is ornamental — every sound feels placed to deepen the sense of interiority. It’s minimal, but not cold; dark, but not theatrical. The track sits comfortably within the project’s darkwave/analogue/gothic palette while still feeling personal and unguarded. [^1]

Why it works

“Lay Back” succeeds because it doesn’t try to impress. It leans into mood, into stillness, into the quiet tension between wanting connection and wanting escape. It’s a small track in length — under three minutes — but it leaves the impression of something larger, like a fragment from a longer emotional narrative. [^1]

References: [^1]: Lay Back. https://thiswindow.bandcamp.com/track/lay-back

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The Girl in the Black Bikini is now available to download.

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Lyrical Atmosphere

The writing moves with a quiet, cinematic stillness—British seaside nostalgia refracted through a kind of existential drift. Lines such as “She lays on her towel like a ribbon drawn with sunlit ease” and “The English rose reclines into time’s indifferent cradle” hold that familiar This Window tension between presence and disappearance. The girl in the black bikini becomes both a fleeting muse and a symbol of impermanence, her moment of beauty destined to fade like the tide smoothing away her imprint in the sand.

Musical Texture

The music, as heard in the accompanying video, mirrors this emotional restraint. Sparse instrumentation leaves space for the imagery to settle, each phrase landing with the weight of a slow, measured breath. The pacing feels unhurried and contemplative—almost like watching a memory form in real time—giving the lyrics room to resonate long after the final line.

Symbolism & Tone

This Window draws on distinctly British motifs—striped deckchairs, the English rose, a pink bow—to summon a cultural memory of beauty, fragility, and seaside ritual. Yet the tone avoids nostalgia for its own sake. Instead, it leans toward reflection and quiet mourning, aware that every perfect moment is already slipping away. The result is a piece that feels both intimate and universal: a meditation on time, desire, and the inevitability of erasure.

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“Gone Like the Whispers of Silent Clouds” — Video & Track Description

An excerpt from This Window, recorded at Morgue Studios in 2026.

“Gone Like the Whispers of Silent Clouds”
unfolds as a drifting, half‑remembered dream — a piece that feels
discovered rather than composed, like a message recovered from a damaged
tape. The video fuses AI‑generated imagery with Super 8 home‑movie fragments,
creating a collage that hovers between memory and hallucination. Grainy
domestic 8mm film footage dissolves into shifting digital phantoms; faces blur, scenes melt and colours shift with the unstable logic of dreams.
The result is a visual language that feels both intimate and uncanny, as
if the past is being reinterpreted by a machine that only half
understands or maybe gets it wrong.

The Super 8 material
brings warmth, fragility, and the unmistakable texture of analogue decay
— flicker, dust, scratches, nostalgia, memories and the soft bloom of overexposed light. In
contrast, the AI‑generated sequences introduce a cold,
drifting realism, a fake hypersensitive reality . These
two worlds — analogue memory and digital imagination — bleed into one
another until the boundaries collapse. The video becomes a meditation on
how we remember, how we misremember, and how technology now dreams
alongside us.

Musical Character

The track itself sits firmly in the borderlands of darkwave, minimal synth, post‑industrial, and experimental gothic. It is not a pop song; it is a mood‑piece, an audio vignette, a fragment of emotional weather.

• Brooding analogue synths form the backbone: low, humming, and slightly detuned, creating a sense of unease.

• A drumbeat that anchors the sometimes random chance.

• A slow, hypnotic pulse anchors the piece, more heartbeat than rhythm.

• Cold atmospheres drift in and out, shaped by minimal electronics and icy textures.

• The vocals lean toward spoken word  — more narration than singing, more invocation than performance.

The production embraces non‑traditional structures, avoiding verse‑chorus repetition in favour of a slow, unfolding drift. This approach echoes the 80s cassette‑culture underground,
where artists used cheap gear, tape loops, and primitive synths to
create emotional landscapes rather than conventional songs. “Gone Like
the Whispers of Silent Clouds” carries that lineage forward: sparse,
intimate, and deliberately unresolved.

Aesthetic & Emotional Tone

The piece moves with a melancholic gravity, its sonic palette shaped by:

• Minimal Synth / Coldwave: stripped‑back electronics, frost‑bitten timbres, and a sense of emotional distance.

• Post‑Industrial: experimental pacing, non‑pop rhythms, and textures that feel worn, rusted, or eroded.

• Gothic undertones: not theatrical, but internal — a bleak darkness, a sense of drifting away.

The synth beds are slow and hypnotic,
like fog rolling across a field at dusk. Static, tape hiss, and subtle
distortions act as emotional punctuation, reinforcing the feeling that
this is a transmission from another room, another time, another version
of the self.

Overall Impression

“Gone Like the Whispers of Silent Clouds” is less a track and more a weather system — a small storm of memory, technology, and emotional residue. The fusion of AI hallucination and Super 8 nostalgia mirrors the music’s own duality: cold yet intimate, mechanical yet human, distant yet deeply personal.

It stands as a continuation of This Window’s long‑established aesthetic: shadow‑lit, emotionally raw, and rooted in the experimental spirit of the underground tape scene.

 ‘This Is War’ – A Glimpse into ‘This Window’

‘This Is War’ offers a visceral preview of what’s to come from ‘This Window’—a band whose legacy spans decades and formats, from cassette hiss to digital clarity. 

This track doesn’t just play—it confronts, bleeds, and breathes.

Love as War: A Battlefield of Emotion

Love, when stripped of its softness, can resemble combat. In ‘This Is War’, ‘This Window’ transforms romantic tension into sonic warfare. Vulnerability becomes a shield, intimacy a weapon. Every lyric lands like a strike—charged with longing, betrayal, and the aching need to be understood.

The track’s pulse is relentless, echoing the internal skirmishes of lovers caught between surrender and self-preservation. Synths shimmer like distant flares. Percussion hits like marching boots. Vocals hover between defiance and despair, capturing the paradox of wanting closeness while fearing collapse.

The Silence Between Battles

When love feels like war, it’s not the shouting that wounds—it’s the silence. The quiet moments between emotional volleys carry the heaviest weight. ‘This Is War’ doesn’t glorify conflict; it exposes the fragility beneath it. The song suggests that in relationships, we often fight not to hurt, but to be heard. Not to win, but to survive together.

There’s a raw honesty here: love demands tactics. It asks for resilience. Sometimes, it even requires retreat. And when the dust settles, what remains isn’t victory—it’s the truth of who we are when stripped of armour.

‘This Window: Legacy and Lineage’

 

Operating from their enigmatic ‘Morgue Studio’ in North Devon, ‘This Window’ continue to craft music that defies genre and expectation. Their sound—an alchemy of dance, rock, and gothic undertones—is steeped in the DIY ethos of the 1980s cassette culture. With releases across vinyl, cassette, CD, and streaming platforms, their reach spans continents and decades.

Having collaborated with labels like Microsoft, Beggars Banquet, and Cherry Red Records, ‘This Window’ remain fiercely independent. 

The current lineup features: 

• Star – Vocals, Keyboards, Production 
• Peter – Vocals, Guitar, Bass 

Together, they conjure sonic landscapes that are as emotionally charged as they are sonically experimental.

Odd Music for Odd Times

‘This Is War’ is not just a song—it’s a statement. A reflection of the emotional turbulence that defines modern love. It’s gothic, it’s danceable, it’s defiant. And it’s unmistakably ‘This Window’.

The death of romance

“Dance this Way” is a short, searing piece of emotional reportage. In just a handful of lines, it captures the humiliation of being treated as an accessory rather than a partner. The narrator’s repeated “I hate you, I really hate you” is not melodrama but the blunt edge of betrayal — the kind that happens not in grand betrayals, but in the small, public moments where someone you love makes you feel invisible.

The scene is painfully familiar: a couple arrives together at a favourite bar to see a favourite band — a shared ritual. But instead of sharing the night, the man abandons his partner to socialise with his friends. When he does return, it’s not to reconnect, but to issue a command: “dance this way.” The woman is reduced to a performer, summoned at will, her emotional state irrelevant. When she cries, he laughs. The dream — of romance, of mutual respect — collapses in that instant.

Objectification

The man’s behaviour treats the woman as an object in his evening, not a participant in it. She is there to enhance his social experience, to be displayed or activated when it suits him. The “click of the fingers” dynamic is implicit — a gesture of control that assumes compliance. This is not partnership; it’s possession.

Etiquette Then and Now

In the 1940s–1950s, social etiquette — at least in its idealised form — demanded a public code of courtesy between men and women. A man escorting a woman to a dance or bar was expected to remain attentive:

• Staying together in public spaces was a sign of respect.
• Introducing her to friends rather than abandoning her was considered proper.
• Inviting her to dance was done with a request, not a command.
• Protecting her dignity in public was part of a man’s social role.

Of course, these codes were not universally upheld, and they often masked deeper inequalities. But the performance of respect was socially enforced. In contrast, the scene in Dance this Way reflects a modern erosion of even that veneer. The man feels no social pressure to maintain appearances; his disregard is casual, unhidden, and unashamed.

The Shift in Power Dynamics

The difference is telling:

We have reverted back to the Victorian era…

Victorian attitudes toward women—where femininity was prized for its decorative and submissive qualities—continue to echo in modern society. The poem “Dance this Way” exposes this lingering toxicity: a woman reduced to a prop in a man’s social performance, her emotions dismissed, her autonomy denied. Today, despite progress, many women are still treated as ornamental or frivolous, expected to conform to aesthetic and emotional scripts written by others. The Victorian ideal may have changed its costume, but the choreography remains hauntingly familiar.

Lyrics

I hate you, I really hate you.

You take me to our favourite bar,

To see our favourite band and you leave me.

You hang out with your mates, you talk and laugh.

Then you come over and tell me to dance this way.

You walk away, I cry, you laugh, our dream is shattered.

I hate you, I really hate you.

Dance this Way is not just a personal lament — it’s a snapshot of a broader cultural shift where the minimal courtesies of mid-century etiquette have been replaced, in some circles, by a casual entitlement. The man’s behaviour is not simply unkind; it’s a small act of social erasure. In the 1940s, he might have been judged for it. Today, in certain settings, it passes without comment — unless, as here, the woman names it for what it is.

A fractured transmission across sound and image

Don’t Think I Can Make It by This Window is a sonic and visual meditation on disconnection, delay, and the quiet collapse of communication. The track pulses with electronic textures that drift in and out of clarity—like signal interference on a long-distance call—while a thumping drum line anchors the listener in a bodily rhythm, a heartbeat beneath the static.

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The vocal narrative is not sung but spoken, dissected fragments from a voicemail. Phrases such as “Hope all is well”, “We’ll try to connect later”, “I don’t think I can make it”, and finally, “Ciao”—are delivered with clinical detachment, yet they carry the emotional weight of absence. These lines also appear in the track Ciao Again by This Window, suggesting a thematic echo or recursive loop in the artist’s work which was released on The Sampler #05 (CD).

The accompanying video draws inspiration from Robert Rauschenberg’s approach to visual storytelling—placing incongruous images side by side, refusing resolution. Rauschenberg believed that viewers would instinctively attempt to impose structure, to make sense of the chaos. This Window channels that impulse, layering visuals that resist narrative cohesion: a flickering light, a blurred face, a static screen, a hand reaching but never touching. Each image is a shard, a suggestion, a refusal to explain.

Together, the music and video form a kind of anti-narrative—a refusal to connect the dots. It’s not a story told, but a story withheld. The listener becomes the interpreter, the archivist of emotional residue. In this way, Don’t Think I Can Make It becomes a study in emotional entropy: the slow unravelling of connection, the beauty in broken transmission.