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There Was No One Else I Could Tell

New single and video from Ancient Champion

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by Hamilton High, for outsideleft.com
originally published: May, 2019
Easy listening for difficult people
by Hamilton High, for outsideleft.com
originally published: May, 2019
Easy listening for difficult people

There Was No One Else I Could Tell
There Was No One Else I Could Tell is the first new music in a while from one of Outsideleft's most beloved contributors, Ancient Champion. It's available now from all of the usual online outlets.

On first listen, it's another slice of AC's patented Easy listening for difficult people. Who but the wholly obstreperous could enjoy?

"The dreams remain. To be the first easy indie rocker to get on the cover of SAGA. Is there a better reason to do it?" Ancient Champion says, "Oh and to drive legacy rock bands off the airwaves. I'd like that too."

The spare instrumentation is bolstered by the Bearwood Mountain Man on guitar. And there's an accompanying video conceived and directed by the enigma that is director Lewis Tulpa, shot on location in Bearwood.

It's Bearwood all the time.

Ancient Champion directed by Lewis Tulpa

sunset conversation cover artAvailable June 7 [Soundcloud pre-release]


Essential Info:
Ancient Champion website
There Was No One Else I Could Tell on Spotify here and Soundcloud here

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Hamilton High

Hamilton High was born on Doheny Ave in the gutter, is a poet, writer and observer of popular culture. Likes fashion and cares less for style. He's on the move, he's an alter ego and we hardly ever hear from him.

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