Noah and the Whale have said they are ‘devastated’ after losing thousands of pounds worth of kit to thieves this week.
Brian’s excuse this week is that you can’t well make a travelling playlist without flying around a bit, and the daft old owl got himself a bit mislaid going over Tunbridge Wells. We also had words about the final track on the list, which as you can see isn’t exactly typical FFS fare. Unfortunately Brian would not be persuaded, so feel free to end your experience at track 10 if you’re not in the mood for a bit of schmaltz.
It seems Jay Jay Pistolet’s claims at the Cargo folky extravaganza that it was the last time he’d ever play his songs weren’t far from the truth.
Never ones to do things by halves, Mumford and Sons have arranged a rather special celebration for the launch of their album ‘Sigh No More’.
Reid Morrison’s gentle, yearning voice opens this timeless gem of an EP as he introduces the troubled protagonist of ‘Mountain Song’, before raw guitar and subtle harmonies melt into the beautifully crafted tale, and rather than burying the past, this London-based band marrying minds from both sides of the Atlantic effortlessly transport you to a different musical time and place entirely.
Young Husband’s new EP, Idiot Son, launches on 28th September and the fellah will be celebrating with a free Pure Groove Instore this evening (Friday 25th Sept) from 7:30. Longstanding musical chum Emmy the Great will also appear as part of their covers band, the High Men.
What’s the worst thing that could happen to a bee keeper? I guess it would be to have your beloved bees turn on you whilst simultaneously discovering you are alergic to bee stings. Ack! Lets not wish that upon anyone. Jessica Larrabee and Andy LaPlant spent the entire summer (BEE SEASON) in the UK, visiting all the way from Brooklyn, playing dozens of shows.
End Of The Road festival returned in its fourth year with more magic and sparkle than ever before. All of the old favourites were there, including the secret disco, hidden piano lounge and of course the free-roaming people-loving peacocks.
Withered Hand’s gnarly name reflects his sound perfectly – warts and all folk music that’s more world-weary than we will ever be.
The Willkommen chaps have added yet another brill act to their roster. The Climbers’ songs are penned by Tim West — a schoolfriend of The Leisure Society’s Christian Hardy. Tim, Christian and TLS frontman Nick Hemming make up the nucleus of The Climbers.
Brian is still reeling from the fantastic time he had at End of the Road festival a week ago. The weather was beautiful, the bands were great. And among his fellow festival-goers were lovelies from Trash Aesthetic, The Yellow Bird Project and Anika (the one In London).
For Folk’s Sake’s readers have voted The Leisure Society’s glorious debut album The Sleeper their favourite album of the past year.
It’s all go on the Mumford and Sons front. The West London-based chaps are receiving rave reviews for their debut album Sigh No More (read ours here), they’ve embarked on a major UK tour (remaining dates below) and have also announced that they selling limited editions of the album at their gigs.
She may have lost the Mercury Prize to a Sarf Landener who don’t get emotional but perhaps quite ironically Lisa Hannigan has created a debut solo album that is ethereally soft and floaty and packed to the rafters with the stuff.
Fans of Mumford and Sons have waited a painfully long time for their debut album, Sigh No More, which is finally due for release on 5th October. One week before, the waistcoat-sporting gents will release the single “Little Lion Man”. We can all breathe a collective sigh of musical relief.
Fanfarlo’s newest single, from the magnificent album Reservoir, might have something rather pertinent to say to our suited and booted friends in the city:
“They swallowed it whole, they went for the gold, for the gold / We fall for the same lies we all have the same shoes to fit / The preachers and books of your empire will fight here alone / Some day the will be forgotten and die one by one”
There must be a name for the act of singing along to songs you don’t know. It’s the sort of silly thing that academics deem worthy of giving a name to. The sort of thing they report on in the ‘And Finally…’ section on Sky News. Maybe if there isn’t a name for it we should give it one now. And maybe, if we’re to do that, we should call it ‘múmming’ in honour of the new album by Múm.