Jazz hands down, walls back up, soul wide open.
Some debut singles arrive with fireworks. Hutch’s Never Like The First Time shows up with a quiet stare and a lived-in truth, then sits with you until it gets uncomfortable — in a good way. His life, by his own admission, has been a collection of obsessions. Jazz piano was the innocent one. The rest? Less Sunday matinee, more late-night reruns you’d rather forget.
Feeling like the odd one out, Hutch swapped music for substances, connection for chaos, escape for… well, deeper escape. Addiction didn’t kick the door in — it crept, politely, and slowly ate away at purpose and joy. Sobriety, when it came, wasn’t a plot twist. It was surrender. Total withdrawal. A hard reset. You can’t renovate a house while it’s on fire, and Hutch knew it.
“Never Like The First Time,” out now on Deep End Recordings.
That reckoning hums through Never Like The First Time. The track doesn’t posture or polish its scars; it lets them breathe. It’s about survival, yes — but also the price tag attached. The sound is intimate and restrained, like someone carefully choosing every word because they’ve learned what happens when you don’t. Dark bits and shiny bits coexist here, no Instagram filter applied.
What makes this debut land is its refusal to oversell redemption. There’s no grand victory lap, just honesty, vulnerability, and the quiet understanding that some things can’t be relived — only learned from. Never Like The First Time doesn’t chase connection. It earns it, by letting the cracks show and trusting you’ll lean in.
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I can hear it calling me
so much avoidance in the street
people won’t look me in the face
All I wanted was some purity.
It’s never like the first time
you can blame it on the past
always chasing burning inside
convulsions in the dark.
I would love a good relationship
but they don’t last very long
been a long time since I felt like I was innocent
the child inside is gone.
But it’s never like the first time
you can blame it on the past
Always chasing burning inside
convulsions in the dark.
Till it all ends in a crack pipe
lost another friend to a suicide
so explosive like a land mine
digging your nose in another land slide
Empty whole inside of me, tryna fill that void
just a boy out of the pram, throwing all of the toys
I was angry at the world, with a head full of noise
late nights sat on the beach drinking, chasing a coin
Used to love a bit of trouble
didn’t take much to burst my bubble
early days I was getting bullied in school
many tears I was sitting in a puddle
had to learn to roam on my own
many tables and chairs I would throw
tryna prove to you who I thought I should be
wore a mask just to make me feel grown
And I was getting caught up in the mischief
restless sitting with a disease
if I was gone would ya miss me
I’m aware that my head likes to trick me
I need a cuppa tea sitting in a hammock
a few Os on the end of my balance
so many things that I know I haven’t done yet
but I’m no stranger to a challenge
But it’s never like the first time
just know you’ll never get it back
screwing up in your prime
watch it all go black.
It’s never like the first time
you can blame it on the scars
been driving on the wrong side
but none of that will last.
None of that will last.
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