The Tyranny of Time. The Gravity of Distance. The Return of Satellite Trampoline 3.

In 1999, the World Wide Web was a flickering candle compared to today’s digital blaze. Social media didn’t exist. Streaming wasn’t even a dream. But somewhere in the vast analog shadows of that era, Henry’s Child had carved out a fragile digital toehold — a website and a band email address — in a world still tethered to dial-up and disc drives.

They had just lost their second vocalist. The future felt uncertain. But they weren’t done.

4,899 miles away, in a different world entirely, Andy Makin had just finished recording with Psycho Motel. His collaborator, Adrian Smith, was deep in talks for the now-legendary Iron Maiden reunion. The music world was shifting. Doors were closing and opening all at once.

And then — a spark.

Henry’s Child mailed Andy a physical CD. He listened. He sang over it. He mailed back a burned copy — the audio grainy, the message clear.

Thom received it during a break at work. He popped the disc in. Moments later, the band had made their decision. Within hours, Andy had a plane ticket. The Atlantic Ocean was no longer a barrier. Fate had made its call.

For three fleeting months, Andy lived in the United States. In that tiny sliver of time — under the pressure of disappearing days and borrowed time — Henry’s Child wrote and recorded an entire record. They even played a show. And just like that, he was gone.

And then... nothing.

For over two decades, silence ruled. Life happened. Time passed. Distance grew.

Until now.

Against all odds, this iteration of Henry's Child is reforming as Satellite Trampoline 3.

This isn’t just a reunion. It’s a resurrection. A reminder that music, when it's real, doesn't fade — it waits. Across years. Across oceans. Across the tyranny of time itself.

And now... it begins again.