Glass Shadows

Glass Shadows is the eighth studio album by the band Mostly Autumn. The writing of the album saw band members Heather and Bryan retreating to the Lake District, apparently inspiring a more organic sound for the new songs, harking back to the band's earlier material. Although the majority of material has been written by Bryan and Heather, Liam Davison also co-wrote the track 'Until the Story Ends'.

The album was recorded at Fairview Studios, in Willerby, Hull, where the band worked with old friend John Spence, engineer of many early Mostly Autumn records. Like many previous Mostly Autumn albums, Iona's Troy Donockley guested on the album. The album's artwork was designed by Richard Nagy, who created the artwork for Odin Dragonfly's Offerings. (2007).

Glass Shadows came out in April 2008, when a special fan edition was released. This version features expanded artwork, a DVD produced by Roger Newport that documented the making of the album from the early writing stages through to its recording, and bonus tracks not available on the mainstream version of the album. The record saw retail release on the 16th of June 2008.

This is the first Mostly Autumn album to feature Anne-Marie Helder on flutes and the only Mostly Autumn release to feature drummer Henry Bourne.

A Different Sky was released as a download-only single/EP with 'Flowers for Guns' and 'Above the Blue' on 14 July 2008.

It is the final studio album to feature long-time vocalist Heather Findlay who left the band in January 2010, although she can be heard on Live 2009 and That Night In Leamington.

Read more about Glass Shadows:  Track Listing, Credits (directly From Sleeve Notes)

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