Heyzeus – UK duo Jessica Drummer (drums) and Jamie Andrew (vocals/guitar) – just released “Little Big House.” This is grunge-funk scraped raw in a shack in Cleveland, Australia. That shack is their temple and the fuel is two years of busking across the globe during “The Great Big Busk” – playing streets, swallowing dust, storing every shout and sigh.
Jamie Andrew‘s vocals are the heart of the storm – gritty, soulful, and dripping with the kind of lived-in reality you only get from someone who’s spent a decade chewing up highway miles. His guitar work lays down a foundation that’s equal parts gnarly riffage and infectious bounce. But hold onto your skull, because Jessica Drummer is the absolute goddamn revelation here. Self-taught and packing more natural groove than a crate of vintage vinyl, Jess’s beats are the track’s undeniable spine – heavy, intricate, and propelling the song forward like a hurricane. This is in feel and power from one of the most followed female drummers online.
This track breathes their journey. Written during a fleeting moment of peace before they got booted out of Australia and landed in New Zealand, “Little Big House” channels all of it – the chaos, the exhaustion, the exhilaration, and the sheer realness of life lived on the edge. We’re talking hitchhiking, couch-surfing, playing for survival. And here’s the thing: it’s not about a place. It’s about the struggle to carve out your own space in the world, built on nothing but raw talent and relentless drive.
True to their ferociously independent DNA, Heyzeus built this monster brick by bloody brick. Every note was captured, wrestled, and mixed by Jamie and Jess themselves in their home HQ. Zero corporate filters. No A&R suits breathing down their necks. This is pure Heyzeus: passion bleeding into skill, skill screaming into defiance. They play by their rules, period.
Heyzeus’s “Little Big House” is a colossal slab of authentic rock ‘n’ roll salvation. It’s grungy, funky, heavier than your regrets, and with more soul than a midnight revival in a Delta juke joint. Jess drums like her life depended on it (spoiler: it probably did). Jamie sings like a man who stared down the blacktop abyss and spat in its eye. This is the sound of the revolution, play it proud.