SkyQuaker - Severed Souls
Michael W. Bell Michael W. Bell

SkyQuaker - Severed Souls

Severed Souls, the final studio album by SkyQuaker, is now available to stream. The record was completed with care and respect by those who worked closest to him and was released by his family on 27 October 2025, following Stephen’s death on 17 June 2024.

Developed over four years, the album reflects an extensive period of recording and refinement, with many of Stephen’s compositional ideas stretching back long before the project formally began. While Stephen Hope Wynne, Ben “Ferdy” Ford, and George “Georgie Mac” McFarlane form the central musical partnership, Severed Souls is built on the contributions of a large group of musicians whose performances give the record its breadth, colour, and character. It is a genuinely collaborative work shaped by many hands and many creative voices.

Known for his humour and creativity, Stephen was also a deep and constant thinker. His mind rarely rested. He worked tirelessly, thought intensely, and often carried ideas privately, shaping them day and night in ways not always seen by others. That inner world is reflected throughout this album…

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Catch Review, from SkyQuaker’s Debut album 1.5
Michael W. Bell Michael W. Bell

Catch Review, from SkyQuaker’s Debut album 1.5

Catch” from SkyQuakers debut album 1.5
Review by Andy Wilkins
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A rock stomp so infectious it probably breached NHS containment protocols.
Full Jagger. Possibly Tina Turner on a sugar bender. Definitely someone’s pelvis getting dislocated in time with the kick drum.

Possibly the most fun you can have while being spiritually mugged by a tambourine.

Just when you think it’s about to settle into a sensible groove, it punches a hole in the ceiling and leaps into a prog-rock sea shanty—the kind they banned in Plymouth for summoning too many ghosts.
Somewhere, Lord Nelson weeps into his rum, overcome by sheer rhythmic majesty.
Francis Drake spins in his grave—not out of shame, but just to keep time.

This isn’t a track—it’s a maritime exorcism with a strut.
A sonic mutiny led by Steve, armed only with a Telecaster, a grin, and possibly a large unpaid bar tab.
Skyquaker prove once again they are the only band legally allowed to time-travel, resurrect sea captains, and perform loud miracles without a license.

Put this one on if your soul needs waking up by something wearing sequins and waving a cutlass.

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