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Alice Costelloe Documents Her Exit on ‘Anywhere Else’

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Alice Costelloe Documents Her Exit on 'Anywhere Else'

London singer-songwriter Alice Costelloe dropped ‘Anywhere Else’ on 15 December 2025 via Moshi Moshi Records, the latest preview of her debut album Move On With The Year (6 February 2026). 

This marks a departure from her indie-rock past, something quieter, stranger, infinitely more human.

Written by Costelloe and produced by Mike Lindsay (LUMP, Laura Marling) in his Margate studio, the track builds from smudged synth pulses, hushed recorder lines, and loose hand-played textures. 

The Mellotron she introduced after recording her 2024 EP When It’s The Time bleeds through like fog. 

Recorder melodies wobble with the vulnerability of someone learning to speak again. Costelloe describes how natural the writing process felt: “All the recorder melodies were the first things I played, and it really felt like I was just writing whatever came to me.” 

Lindsay’s production stays tactile. Piano notes stumble into place. Warped synths drift. 

The whole thing breathes like a living room recording, art-pop that never tips into clinical. Think Feist’s delicate experimentalism meets Cate Le Bon’s peculiarities.

The opening line does the heavy lifting: “Please don’t say it’s all for me / I would rather be somewhere where the light gets in.” 

Costelloe traces the tension between duty and the urge to flee. “Please don’t save your gifts for me / I will not receive / A pile of stolen artefacts / Laid down at my feet” paints expectations as burdens disguised as offerings. 

The bridge introduces moral complication: hospital calls you can’t ignore, showing up despite wishing you were anywhere else.

The track succeeds through restraint over drama. Vocals sit in the mix like someone speaking directly into your ear. 

Even the chorus doesn’t explode into catharsis. It just circles back, insistent but quiet. 

After years with Big Deal, Costelloe has moved beyond shoegaze textures and found something bracingly honest. 

A quiet triumph that documents the exhaustion of maintaining appearances whilst wishing you could leave.

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