The Old Dead Tree The London Sessions EP Review
The Old Dead Tree
The London Sessions EP
Season Of Mist
2025
The Old Dead Tree did the unthinkable: they stepped into the legendary Abbey Road Studios and recorded two brand-new tracks alongside reimagined versions of two of their older songs. The result is nothing short of breathtaking - raw, heartfelt, and emotionally overwhelming. I thought the band was solid before, but this EP proves they’re truly coming into their own. If this is any indication of what’s to come, their next full-length album could very well be their finest work yet.
There’s a quiet kind of gravity to “The London Sessions EP”, the way it unfolds like a city at twilight, rain-slick streets, echoes of voices, history pressing softly against every corner. The Old Tree have taken their sound, their experience, and their sense of place, and distilled it into something both intimate and expansive.
From the opening notes, it’s clear that this isn’t an EP built on chasing trends or filling airspace. Instead, it’s a collection of songs that breathe, that carry the weight of a lived experience. The instrumentation is subtle but deliberate: guitars hum and shimmer, keyboards drift like fog over cobblestones, and the rhythm section holds everything steady, like the pulse of the city itself.
The vocals are the kind that invite you in rather than demand attention. They carry warmth, regret, longing, and sometimes quiet defiance, threading the emotional throughline of the album. Even the more upbeat tracks feel reflective, each melody leaving space for the listener to wander alongside it.
Where “The London Sessions” truly shines is in its patience. The Old Tree are unafraid to linger on a chord, let a note decay, let a lyric sink in. There’s a sense of taking stock - of roots, of journeys, of the time between then and now. By the time the EP ends, it leaves you with the strange feeling of having walked familiar streets you didn’t know you’d missed.
This is an EP for slow afternoons, for quiet evenings, for the moments when music isn’t just heard but lived. “The London Sessions” doesn’t shout; it resonates. And in that resonance, it makes itself unforgettable.