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“public house”

East London’s own Truman keeps the momentum building with “Public House”, the third cut lifted from his forthcoming debut album Kid Raise Kid, landing March 27.

Set inside the pub, that sacred British institution of pints, fruit machines and half whispered confessions, “Public House” plays out like social commentary over thunderous guitar riffs. Truman’s East End drawl cuts through the noise with weight and clarity, placing himself among the earnest, grafting crowd trying to earn a crust while quietly interrogating the systems that keep them there.

“It’s a song set in a pub plotted on English mud,” he explains. “A short tale of how the working class white man is sprouting so proudly and loudly, presenting as the problem. But blink and you’ll miss the man in the background happily watering these damaged souls with the chemicals and narratives that keeps us all stuck in a dead end.”

It’s sharp, uncomfortable and deliberately so. Beneath the hubbub of the barroom, Truman subverts pub stereotypes, exposing the quiet machinery behind performative masculinity and identity politics. His lyricism carries a dark, nihilistic humour, grounded in the realism of a working class upbringing and the contradictions that shape it.

Off stage, Charley Palmer Rothwell has built his name as an actor, working with Myriam Raja and Edgar Wright. That same raw intensity carries into Truman’s music. It’s fearless and unfiltered, shaped by lived experience and the kind of truths most would rather leave unsaid.