Christopher Hawkins – Where the world can’t find you
Sheffield does not announce itself gently. It rises in concrete and steel, in the brutalist terraces of Park Hill, in the clatter of a city built on industry and stubbornness. It seems fitting, then, that Christopher Hawkins — a composer raised within earshot of that skyline — should choose those same grey ramparts, rendered by Mandy Payne's unmistakable brush, as the cover for his fifth and most quietly devastating record to date.