Monks Road really exists. I was born and raised there - a one mile stretch of middle England that to my child eyes represented the entire world. There was nothing beyond it.
Here it represents my hoped-for world again. A world where the artisans, poets and musicians roam the streets - celebrated for their craft. There's no genre boundaries, just a desire to keep the craft in music while the world hurtles towards convenience. Mindful music.
That’s why we have started Monk Road Records. To bring the artists back home in an industry that was making it impossible for them to showcase their talent. To use all that skill on our doorstep. And to breathe new life into the industry.
As one of the Artisans said to me:
“This is all I know how to do. This is me. There’s nothing more.”
I just sat there thinking I have to make this work. So here goes.
The SOUNDS of Monks Road
Nothing is rushed. The Nordic Lyre may need dusting down since its last appearance on “The Wicker Man” soundtrack but it’s worth the wait. Always.
No shortcuts. Recorded using analogue equipment wherever possible on beautiful, historic desks with their own story to tell.
Think half-speed mastering, heavyweight vinyl and recorded on luscious tape. Made to listen to not just hear.
The SIGHTS of Monks Road
Everything visual from the logos, photographs, sleeves to the illustrations, fonts and typefaces are all lovingly handcrafted.
No digital hocus pocus. Think reverse-glass gilding, silk screen printing, and hand developed photographs.
We celebrate these craftsmen and women. And are humbled by their work.
The FEEL of Monks Road
As you stroll down Monks Road, headphones on, vinyl spinnin’ from a nearby open window, the music will make you feel and think. The artists’ soul and passion will mean something to you.
Not just the songwriter and singer, but every one of the artisans involved.
We hope you find yourself in a weird place, somewhere on the fringe. The edge. No idle tourism allowed.