Nadia Reid Surprises Fans With Free Release Of 2011 EP 'Letters I Wrote And Never Sent' On Bandcamp
Manchester, UK – 20 May 2025
New Zealand musician Nadia Reid has delighted fans by suddenly releasing her long-lost 2011 EP, Letters I Wrote and Never Sent, available now on Bandcamp as a free or pay-what-you-can download.
The EP, which had previously been unavailable to the public, marks a special moment in Reid's career. Written and recorded when she was just 20 years old, Letters offers a raw and intimate glimpse into her early songwriting. The collection features five tracks, including the title song ' No Good Talking Man,' which showcases Reid's signature blend of heartfelt lyricism and haunting melodies.
In a heartfelt note to fans on her Substack, Reid shares, 'I've always been a little shy about these early songs, but they're a part of my story. I want to give them to you now, as they are.' She describes the EP as a snapshot of her musical journey, capturing the spirit and vulnerability of her beginnings.
Fans can access ' Letters' now on Nadia Reid's Bandcamp page, possibly for a limited time, as Reid states "Felt sentimental. Might delete later." The EP is available to download for free, or for a contribution of their choice.
Reid is about to embark on a string of European summer dates, including Glastonbury Festival and Green Man, followed by a UK September solo tour and New Zealand & Australia shows with her band in December.
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