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Vision + Sound: The Glimmer Girl Playlist revealed!

The novel has cultural pointers-a-plenty in amongst the espionage. Some are staples of an escapist spy story such as travelogue and style but music plays a key part.

Below I reveal the background of some of the tunes I selected to match the taste and listening of various characters and scenes within the novel.

For Shev, The GLIMMER Girl herself, it’s the urban cutting edge of Green Tea Peng’s Hu Man, and Sampa the Great’s Final Flow.

Green Tea Peng Photography by Richard Dawker

The Specials’ Gangsters for the scene in SIS Chief Admiral Dewhurst’s office.

The Specials’ eponymous LP

It’s the Small Faces’ Tin Soldier and Bowie’s Wild is the Wind for veteran spy, St John Bradley.

David Bowie’s Wild Is the Wind single

Scenes such as Commander Smith-Cummings dash through a tempest at the novel’s prologue are represented by folk of Catherine Tickell and The Darkening.

Catherine Tickell & The Darkening

Evocative pieces by Cara Dillon and Fay Hield embellish the novel’s Celtic folklore elements set in 1920s Ireland with Stick in the Wheel’s Villon Song representing the murderous Jonah Spirewick.

Cara Dillon
Fay Hield

Modern Icelandic scenes are covered by A Man Called Adam’s Mountains and Waterfalls and the Easter egg inclusion of Terry Callier’s Lazarus Man…

A Man Called Adam‘s Mountains and Waterfalls LP
Terry Callier’s Time Peace LP

Along with the epic (when isn’t she) and spy flick-esque Time Out of the World from Goldfrapp.

Goldfrapp’s Supernature LP

This feast for the ears listenable on the Spotify link 👇🏼

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5VUGCbqbf1NMXEYMsC13M5?si=i_4046F5Sn-rJzGWapSwzw

Thanks for reading AND enjoy the trip.

Beneath the streets of Limehouse…

‘This is it, she thought. Not hanging doors on a brutal building site or forcing T level carpentry into the heads of nutty kids in East London. This is living.
Every second within the Hive was accounted for. The facility was thus named not for the level of industry that thundered away beneath its façade, but for its architecture, designed to train an unknown number of field agents in the hermetic quarantine of self-contained units, modelled on the inherent genius of the appis meliffra, the European honeybee…’

Above the Hive

The Hive

‘CCTV showed the coast was clear from all approaches. Shev emerged from the Hive into the arched tunnel on Ratcliffe Lane— the covert egress—adorned as usual by the dank scent of stale urine.

Aerosol graffiti intermittently graced the drab Victorian brickwork, its flow covering all surfaces within a square mile like twenty- first century hieroglyphs, its message unintelligible to any soul over twenty-one and foreign to the borough, save for the sprayed red runic S and N either side of the central Venn-like overlapping letters of SOON. This was the logo that appeared on walls, windows and pavements across Europe that tinder summer, as the ominous harbinger of the Grass Riots…’