Four Records, Each Its Own World.

This one is pure joy - A love letter to a lifelong favourite ride and the park it lives in. Summer queues and that first lift hill, the smell of the woods at Alton Towers and the roar as a coaster tears past the trees.

It is the sound of a perfect day out: euphoric, nostalgic, sun-soaked and a little bit silly in the best way. Big melodies, big drops, and a grin you cannot wipe off.

It is out now - And, to my absolute delight, Alton Towers themselves have had it playing in the office. The picture came first, the song followed, and now it is yours to ride.

The Inner Circle is the most personal thing I have written. It is about my family and the small, fierce collection of friends who make up my world - The ones who show up, who get the joke before it lands, who are in the car when the plan changes for the better.

Each song is a person, a place or a night that meant something. The adventures we go on together run all the way through it - The spontaneous ones, the daft ones, the ones we will still be retelling in thirty years.

It is warm, it is anthemic in places and quiet in others, and it is unashamedly about belonging. A love letter to the few who make everything else worth it.

Arcadian Sky began with a feeling I could not shake: standing in a place of impossible beauty while knowing the danger is real and overhead. It is the world of the raiders - Scavengers on a wounded Earth, looking up at a sky that gives and takes in the same breath.

Musically it is the widest of the four. Long, cinematic builds, electronics threaded through real-feeling orchestration, melodies that ache and then lift. It is music for the hush before the descent, and for the run home afterwards with your heart going.

Underneath the scale, though, it is a record about hope that refuses to quit - The quiet, human kind that keeps people moving when the sky is anything but kind.

After The Runaway Mine Train, there is far more to say. This is the concept taking shape next - A whole record about theme parks, and Alton Towers in particular: the place, the rides, the seasons, the feeling of the gates opening on a summer morning.

It is early days and the songs are still arriving, but the world is already clear in my head - Bigger, bolder and even more joyful than a single ride could ever hold.