If you came here expecting some soft, acoustic coffee-shop fodder, you’ve wandered into the wrong pit. Harry Stock, the one-man wrecking crew from Reigate, is about to smash the bedroom pop mold with his debut single, “pretend love”.
Let’s get one thing straight: this guy gets it. Stock, alongside his wingman and sonic architect Callum, isn’t just making music; he’s building a vibe from the ground up. While a lot of debut artists hide behind flashy studios, Harry went to war in the most sacred space imaginable—his bedroom. That intimacy isn’t a gimmick; it’s the gasoline on the fire. You can hear the late nights, the headphones wound to ten, and the pure adrenaline of experimentation bleeding through every chord.
Musically, “pretend love” might have its roots in that lo-fi aesthetic, but the heart of it is pure rock grit. The track supposedly deals with a “hidden emptiness,” the moment you realize the relationship is on the ropes and the tank is on E. That’s heavy material, and Harry doesn’t shy away from it. Instead of crying into a pillow, he and Callum built a fortress. Callum’s contributions are the backbone. Finding those gnarly guitar sounds and drenching the vocals in effects takes balls, and it pays off. It gives the track that massive, stadium-filling echo while keeping the lyrics sharp and personal.
Sure, he’s played a gig at the Reigate Priory Football Club and has his sights set on the Summer Festival, but for now, this track is the statement. This is the opening riff of his journey. “pretend love” is a declaration of war against the mundane. It’s for the kids in their bedrooms, the dreamers, and anyone who’s ever felt the sting of a dying flame. Turn this up, feel the feedback, and get on board now before the rest of the world catches on. Harry Stock just lit the fuse.