Selkie Swerve from Ceilidh Concrete by TartanGrime

This track hurls the listener into Sàrmac’s wrenching metamorphosis, a raw story of shedding old skin amid rusted keels and industrial drone. Isla’s vocal delivery here, a whip-crack of Scots patter colliding with ancestral Gaelic keens, illustrates a real artist's growth in sound; it’s a language forged in the tension between belonging and diaspora. The fusion of grime’s rhythmic precision, felt in those metallic rimshots and sub-bass growls, with the wail of distorted highland pipes creates something jagged and urgent. A sudden, jarring tempo shift from 140 to 155 BPM slams the listener into the heroine's exultant release, a pure rush captured by Keiran’s unforgiving snare work. Then comes that pipe solo, drenched in granular delay, pulling everything apart before locking into a half-time drill groove. It paints a vivid, almost painful picture of identity in flux, ending with glassy synth pads that shimmer like breaking water, a testament to raw power and defiant beauty.

We forge pipe skirl with raw trap bass. Gaelic shouts meet grinding drums. Listen up, this is our riot from the glens to the tenements.