Trish Keenan has passed away.
“Oh, my heart waits in winter now”

We woke up this morning to the terrible news of Broadcast singer Trish Keenan having passed away.

The most English of singers, Trish used her voice like a choirgirl playing with shadows. Unique and powerful, she wrote melodies that didn’t hesitate to fuck with their lines, drawing elegant shapes etched in the records she made, moving up and down with a suggestion of teasing darkness.

When we signed to Warp Records, one of the truly exciting things for us was to be in the company of such a great and singular artist. With every record, Trish and Broadcast gave us new layers to sift through, to become inspired by and disappear into. We only met briefly during an intimate show in a small room in London, the two improvising along to films while the audience sat cross-legged on the ground like school children, Trish—buried in her hair obscured by the projector light—singing lullabies curled in tape-echo and affected mist. When we met off stage, she was every bit as charming, elusive and beguiling as her voice hinted. And so, we can imagine what she meant—and the weight of the loss—to those who really knew her. We are truly heart broken for her allies James, Martin, Steve and all her close friends and family. The records, however, remain and today her voice is still playful and timeless, rising gently in our living room cut by the sun falling in on this cold winter morning.

“We’re saying goodbye
We’re waving our hands
The waves and the tide
Move the grains of sands”

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