Tucked away in the most sterile surroundings of the performer area of the old Queens Hall building sits the band’s lead vocalist, Ben Ottewell.
The Fauns’ self titled debut album comes as a superbly crafted, dreamy compilation of tracks that takes the listener on a journey, from the sadness of many melancholic vocals, to the hugely uplifting melodies.
From LA with love comes a ten-piece with as much hippie soul as Donovan downing carrot juice from his very own cup of hyacinths.
A one day festival in the heart of East London is an all together different proposition when compared to marathon events such as T in the park or Glastonbury.
A lesson in music was given at The Captain’s Rest tonight, the venue acclaimed by city music lovers for really bringing grass roots bands to the stage.
The term “interesting” can be deceptive. Being coated in barbed wire and dragged around the depths of hell, with only gentle, melancholic drones reminiscent to that of Ian Curtis, could be considered “interesting”.
Like ice poles in the park and picnics in the country-side, The Blizzards couldn’t have encapsulated summer better had they stolen the hat from upon Luke Pritchard’s head and rolled around in mud