The beautiful, melodic, heartfelt new stomping pop rock anthem from ‘By Small Ruin’ is entitled ‘My Angel’

By Small Ruin is an anagram for Bryan Mullis, keeping his music and lifestyle as true to self as possible.

Melodic songwriter ‘By Small Ruin’ returns with a beautiful, melodic, heartfelt new stomping pop rock anthem on the heavenly rocking ‘My Angel’Muzicmirror UK

Busking since high school, the college dropout has made his way across the country playing to anyone who listened. His talent and dedication lead to sharing the stage with artists like DAWES, WILD and Briston Maroney.

As a teen, one of Bryan’s favourite activities with his friends was climbing water towers and hanging upside down from the top by only their knees.

Bryan was notorious for doing what he wanted, when he wanted, including sneaking out of his parent’s house and hitch-hiking a 10-hour ride to Florida to surprise his girlfriend on the beach.

More recently, Bryan’s brother almost lost his life in a car accident. Dealing with those feelings inspired his musical journey that brought him unforetold adventures.


He often tells the story of being attacked in a convenience store which:

“lead to a full-fledged movie-like fight that included knocking over shelves and throwing beer bottles. The store was destroyed.”

From waking up to SWAT teams thinking the band’s van was owned by a nearby active shooter, to unexpectedly playing a nudist pool party of 100+ people, BSR’s thrilling lifestyle is certainly rendered in their music and performance.

The latest single ‘My Angel’  from ‘By Small Ruin’ is out now.



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Daddy was a good man
He kept it in the road
Something must have happened I don't know
Today was just the first day
His letter still unread
As I lay down to bed I can hear him

Sleep, my angel
Not a peep, my angel

Momma's being quiet
She won't visit your stone
Can't accept you're never coming home
Sis, she ain't much better
That's why I'm here alone
As I lay down this rose, hear me saying

Sleep, my angel
Not a peep, my angel

Maybe you felt you were on your own
Overwhelmed, it's easy to lose hope
If I had only known, you were at the end of your rope

November makes three years now
I've got a son of my own
I tell him of the one he'll never know
I hope you're somehow watching
When I lay him down to rest
I sing to him that sweet song I know best
It goes like this

Sleep, my angel
Not a peep, my angel
Sleep, my angel
Not a peep, my angel