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Matt Goss: “Red Flares” (Preview)

Ladies and Gentlemen…

… Matt Goss is back and he’s kickin’ brand new flava in ya ear!

Alright, so, he’s already been back but, stay with me, because, after an interlude, (indicative of his meticulous attention-to-detail), the eagerly-awaited single, “Red Flares” is a-go, for iTunes pre-order, from today, and full release, this Friday!

From this morning’s teaser, “Red Flares” is hallmark ‘Gossy’, with all of his trademark creative flair… think, lyrically-driven and hook-laden, with a lush topline melody and deliciously tight-knit harmonies, which we have come to know, love, expect and respect…

However, in fashioning the dreamily aspirational Palms Studios production against a backdrop of R&B, we can hear that Matt has taken a slick and studied, successful sidestep away from the “tattoos and tuxedoes” facet of his extensive musical repertoire…rather, melting into open-necked Hawaiian shirts and snazzy snapbacks!

Married to the metaphoric ‘love S-O-S’, are surface hi-hats, skipping as lightly as a stone along the river of a driving bass, the sonic resonance, of which, is mirrored-to-perfection, by the conviction with which Matt delivers his message and will, surely, distinguish this summertime offering from other releases.

That said, “Red Flares” is a definitive, smooth gift-of-a-groove, for the morning, night and afternoon, destined for sing-a-long radio airplay, chilling in the club or up-close-and-personal, slow-dancing in the living room… You name it, this organic, Pop-R&B hybrid, (pre-cursor to an ace-of-an-upcoming album), is a cross-genre track that dares to, and does, have it all, and I defy you not to be lured into its brilliance, either, before the day is out, or the pre-order made, and this impressive soundtrack-of-the-summer is downloaded or despatched, straight to you!


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Click through to pre-order the sizzling new Matt Goss single, “Red Flares”, on iTunes now!














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“Let’s Get Lost…”

Let’s get lost,

with Chet Baker in mind…

… and wander around in fascination,

for some while….

… find ways to exchange currency of cultural evolution,

as we pound the pavements of fair Londinium!

Let’s cut-a-dash,

as finery of footfall,

with the silken swagger of Paul Smith suit-wearers,

and Converse,

as we talk.

Why not pause and reflect, on Maddox Street…

and wonder…

… how hyperrealism makes you look, on repeat,

in doubt of your own human status…

… How the naïve maturity of an Opie line,

defines the crisp colour-work,

… how staggered prisms recline.

What make you of the Moebius “Marilyn”?

No trademark bubble,

no pink, to blush in…

just the merest hint of matte rouge,

and roll-neck, en noir…

… but piercing eyes, blue…

… crystalline, stinging, compelling,

up close and afar,

that seize you with X-Ray precision…

Like yours…

Let’s go to Bel Air…

let’s make that decision to breathe in the truth of Pétrus,

cast in bronze,

with karate-chop curvature…

… How the medium moves to defy

any ocular sensor.


¡Si, pero fabuloso…

… yo quiero comprarlo, por favor!

Before we can process,

let’s accept invites to descend into ordered confusion.

Where walled icons rally with sculptural volleys…

and we play bystanders,

with ground passes,

game for meandering…

… Letting the artistry set matching doubles,

of musculature mapped-out in marble…

Marvel at mirrored maquettes, in full bloom…

… at the gentle dichotomy,

carving the room with uncovered,

and still, under wraps…

Let us project that the next private viewing

will shout,

“Yes!”, “No!”,

maybe influence a shrug….

Let’s hit the road again,

laugh and unload our collated refrain

and transpose its profundity,

let it all happen,

as we, two, get lost in a hug.


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“Q & A”

Questions may remain unreconciled,


ensconced within the vaults of forever.

Words, unreleased,

may etch sentiment into the throat…

yet, answers are not guaranteed.

Silence will establish

unspoken bonds…

Impress upon the spirit

frequencies, to dial and collect

unuttered truths,

from beyond the clouds…

Unready for Now…

retained for future echoes…

where space, significant,

waits to hold that which vibrates,

with answers of your own.

Distinct solutions, borne of relative resonance,

lateral learning.

Resolution comes in comfort,

in those pliant arms of yours,

that cushion blows of the inevitable.

Stillness wholes the ‘whys’.

Such knowledge holds the wise.

Experience of goodbyes becomes

a holy guide…

… puts paid to guilt and condemnation,

full support is verified.

Trust of infinity unquantified,

leading to acceptance,

the response that liberates.

Whilst there, you’ll find your strength,

as your settling soul resides.


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“Touched By Magic”


everything was touched by magic,

kissed by mystery,

brushed by intrigue.

Just then,

everything shone with optimism,

shivered with hopefulness,

styled by living.

At once,

all was glorious,

overflowing jubilance,

overcoming brokenness.

Right then and there,

blinking back heartache,

all-consuming sadness

could no more progress.

In that same moment,

whispered somethings overcame,

with oil of certain gladness.

Pouring out the incomplete.

Draining away the unfulfilled.

Running off the unrequited.


everything was touch and real.

Shedding, had revealed a heart,

afresh, to feel.

Set in a seal of Love…

The magic, all along,

that time would pass


hurt would heal.


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“Know You’re North”

Delicately poised,

midst fortitude and faith.

An example of greater good

and hope, to so many.

Wide-eyed brilliance,

tempered, only, by hunger and thirst

for that which is right.

In upper and lower case,

no shift from authenticity.

No dilution of gift.

No diminution of the hundred percent.

Signalling determined destiny,

to hand out the helping heart

when shouts of ruby-red flare up,

breeding anticipation,

from those, in full glare

of such steady power.

For this,

and so much more,

know you’re north…

… that, in every hour,

 uncommon bliss, you share.


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Has your back.

Forms a united front,

when taking sides with you.

Fighting for you.


Looking with eyes,

but seeing, with heart,

what is.

Divine consultation.

The vision is written,

in plain clarity.


From fragile wasteland to sentient paradise…

…No. Walking. Away.

Acceptance because of vulnerability.

Changing toxic discourse of lie-dentity,

Working through doubt,

with confidante efficacy.


Believes in you.

Inside and out.


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