Whistle of the Week | Gary Clark Jr. – When My Train Pulls In

After checking the lineup announcement for this years Summer Series at Somerset House, I was ecstatic to see that this man made the list. I first heard of Gary Clark Jr. after seeing him in the Jon Favreau film Chef and had Gary’s album on order before the credits had finished. A blues man from Austin, Texas he Read More

Whistle of the Week: Rag’N’Bone Man | Lay My Body Down

For this week I’ve chosen a track called Lay My Body Down by Rag ‘N’ Bone Man. I first heard of him through one of our music correspondents here at DolphinSuicide, Prew (with a first post 3 years in the making, you know it’s gonna be gold), and I can not rate this guy enough!

Whistle of the Week – Yeah Yeah Yeahs | Maps

The song is Maps and the band is the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and it is a masterpiece; from the moment that guitar riff starts, then the drums, closely followed by Karen O’s vocals grabbing at your heart, its outstanding.

Whistle of the Week – The Weeknd | Love in the Sky

Happy Valentines to all! I hope yours was as successful as mine, I was inundated with a card (thanks Mum). With it being valentines day and all we felt that it would only be right for this weeks “whistle” to be love themed as well. Everyone has seen the pictures of dolphins in the shape of Read More

Whistle of the Week – Cocoon | Dolphins

As the week comes to a close, it is time for the highlight of your week to begin with yet another Whistle of the Week! This weeks entry comes from our very own Manchal, who has used the folk theme of last weeks entry (Tim Buckley | Dolphins) with a song called “Dolphins”, admittedly there Read More

Whistle of the Week

Whistle of the Week #1

We here at Dolphin Suicide are all avid music fans, whether it’s finding new and old bands, going to gigs, listening to remixes, mashups, even a healthy dose of “what-is-that-noise” we listen to it all! I know what you are all thinking, “how do you find the time to post so frequently and listen to Read More

Mix One

Some tracks fall into our laps and flop wetly like cold, limp fish. Every now and then, however, our speakers stumble on a seahorsepowered slam-dunk symphony. The sort of bangers that could get your 64-year-old great aunt Ethel moshing like a criminal. These are those bangers.


Dolphins love music. That’s a fact, probably. It’s hard to imagine Delphinus delphis cavorting about its merry, submersible business without some kind of soundtrack – the Benny Hill theme tune perhaps, or maybe something from Chucklevision. That’s where I come in.