If you don’t like Bluegrass then you might as well stop reading now.
Hello…(hello)…(hello). This here internet sure has a mighty big echo when it gets empty. Well, since you’ve stuck around I’ll keep on reviewin’:
If you don’t like Bluegrass then you might as well stop reading now.
Hello…(hello)…(hello). This here internet sure has a mighty big echo when it gets empty. Well, since you’ve stuck around I’ll keep on reviewin’:
The debut single from The Momeraths has definitely been released at the right time of year, as Millipede Stomps is the perfect summer single. The male/female vocals complement each other fabulously and are bouncy and uplifting, oozing the excitement of youth. As well as having the feel good factor, it also delivers a chorus that will be sang all year round.
Mondesir is a solo project from the London-based artist Josienne. Her EP, It would not be a Rose, includes four songs packed with delicate and heartfelt lyrics. What’s striking about Josienne is the organic and unpretentious nature of her songs. No clichéd lyrics or “cool” gimmicks. She’s the kind of artist you can imagine writing songs on scraps of paper on a park bench.
Hooting and Hollowing is the latest musical gem from the Wild Beasts. Although the four piece from Kendal still ooze theatrical charisma, the absurdly fantastic quirks that defined their first album are slightly diluted and replaced by mystical guitar echoes, layered arrangements laced with understated funk and a deep bass that punctuates the song.
On first listen to Pocketbooks debut album there is one band name that pops into your head that you fear will be haunting this young group for their whole artistic career. This album sounds so much like Belle & Sebastian you wonder if they would have a leg to stand on if taken to court for plagiarizing by a furious Stuart Murdoch. The vocal tune structure is the biggest give away, rising and falling melodies that continue for longer than groups think to try (maybe this is because B&S made it their own), and that steamroll through each song almost pulling the rest of the instruments with it.
The mud on your wellies has dried, and everyone’s finally stopped talking about The Boss’s set (yes he played for two and a half hours, yes there was steam coming off him – we know), blubbing at Blur’s emotionally-charged reunion and the has he/hasn’t he rumour that turned out to be very true indeed.
So now is the time to step back and take a look at Glastonbury’s hidden treasures. Three FFS journalists went off the squelchy track to find the gems the BBC didn’t show us.