Tin Rumble from Pushcart Pressure by Bassket

The album’s opening breath, this track rolls in with the first Cart Sub. It’s the sound of Junia Clarke’s personal line drawn, a promise that hunger won’t win this round. Anxious unease settles first, born from those empty cupboard days. Field-recorded tin clatter stretches out, twisting into a rhythm that pulls you in. That tension, it's there, but then a slow warmth builds, like steam off a hot meal. Melodica sighs, burru drums pulse, guiding the feeling from a gnawing worry to a quiet, firm relief. The trolley speaker just hums, low and present—a persistent echo of the metal. It becomes the early, essential heartbeat of everything that follows, making clear the fight has begun.

Tracklist

1.	Tin Rumble	3:26

Lyrics

Cans collide, the parking breathes
First beat of hungry schemes

Tin wheels crackle through gray drizzle
Blacktop hums like the old griddle
Belly clocks knock in ribs
Price tags hiss like cheap fibs

Cart Sub yawns a copper rumble
Canned rows gleam like minted rubble
Till lights watch, unblinking
Bank vaults sweat, slow shrinking

Pushcart pressure, push back louder
Tin rumble rolls, feeding powder
Share the stash, we flourish
No kid shall perish here

Gran teach stretch spice like banners bright
Steam from pots lifts rebel manners
Memory feeds future
Starve us? risk swift rupture

Metallic choir counts our measure
Each clang flings gold beyond ledger
Hunger blinks, then smiles wide
Owners hear thin tiles crack

Pushcart pressure, push back louder
Tin rumble rolls, feeding powder
Share the stash, we flourish
No kid shall perish here

Drizzle cools, carts keep humming
Belly hope—steady drumming

Credits

from Pushcart Pressure, released September 14, 2025

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