"Let The Flowers Grow" Pete Murphy & Boy George, Juno Reactor Remix

Sometimes I find myself chasing a sound endlessly that feels half-remembered, half-invented, something hidden in the folds of a song that refuses to stay still. When I stepped into the world that Boy George and Pete Murphy

had woven in Let the Flowers Grow, it felt like entering a world built from shadows and old longing. I didn’t plan to remake anything. I only meant to remix. But the lyrics began whispering back, asking to be unsettled, stretched, reborn. And so I followed it into its darker corners, usually I don’t like to rewrite all the music , only keeping the vocals, but letting it unravel and reassemble felt the only way I could work on the track.

There was one line that kept circling me “I’m the heartbeat of the city, in the shadows I make my home…” That lyric became the compass, the pulse I stitched everything around. I could see them in a Blade Runner city breathing behind them, the neon signs, the hidden spaces, the people that insist on growing where no sun reaches. The remix became my way of answering that line, of honouring its truth. A small confession wrapped in noise and bloom.

And then came the final section, what was the original chorus, waiting in a neglected room at the back of the house: “I’ve been changing, mumma don’t know, let her tears fall, and let the flowers grow.” I’ll admit, those words didn’t catch me at first. They felt too bare, too exposed, like something overheard through a half-open door. But then, without warning, they hit me with the force of something painfully, universally human. A vulnerability too honest to ignore. And when it struck, the music began writing itself, as if that lyric had been sitting patiently, knowing it would make its claim. In that moment, the remix found its final shape, half lament, half liberation, letting its flowers grow out of the quiet ache of being changed beyond what anyone, even a mother, can fully see.

Remix released on Metropolis Records.

stay strange, stay kind,

and keep listening for the pulse beneath it all.