Nov-Dec 26 Update

A snowman is losing himself. Mrs Claus has taken over the decks. And outside the King’s Arms, it’s absolutely pissing down.

That’s the next three Kev’Laa releases in a nutshell. I’ve gone from dark dub techno to jungle to the most reliable feature of a British Christmas. Rain.

The Snowman — 13 November

The idea started with a daft question. What if a snowman got addicted to snow?

The more I sat with it, the sadder it became. Snow is the one thing he thinks can keep him together, and the more he chases it, the more of himself he loses. There’s something painfully human in that.

I wanted the track to leave room for that feeling. The acid line keeps circling, and the dub techno echoes give it a sense of being alone with the same thought long after you’ve run out of things to say. By the time I got to the video, I cared more about what was going on behind his eyes than how much snow I could put on screen.

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Sleighed Tonight — 28 November

Two weeks later, Mrs Claus is on the decks playing jungle.

I liked the idea of starting with something that could pass for the opening of a cosy Christmas advert, then letting the breakbeats tear through it. The bells are still there, but they’ve got to keep up with the drums. And once Mrs Claus has got the room moving, you do have to wonder why Santa was getting top billing in the first place.

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It Never Fuckin’ Snows (2026 Revamp) — 11 December

Every December, someone says we might get snow this year. Then you step outside the pub and get a face full of sideways rain.

That’s the Christmas scene I wanted for this one. The artwork puts us outside the King’s Arms, where the windows look warm enough to make you regret leaving. There’s a robot guitarist in the video, which might be the only one of us equipped to stand out there for the whole song.

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My favourite bit about putting these three together is that snow means something different in each one. One character can’t live without it, one’s too busy DJing to check the forecast, and the rest of us are standing outside the pub wondering why we bothered looking up.

See you down the front. Bring a coat.

Kev’Laa