It's the strangest thing... every time I think about Gideon Conn, I envision him sailing on the breeze upon a multi-colored hounds-tooth kite, heading for the stratosphere. I have no idea why. It's just the first thing that pops into my head. Maybe it's a foreshadowing of his career to come because if you've ever seen him perform (you have haven't you?), you'll already know that Gideon is easily the most entertaining musician in Britain at the moment. What's not to love? He grooves a hip-hop/folk/pop mash-up, and his shows feature a bit of stand up comedy and audience participation that will always having you leaving with a smile. There's literally nothing to compare it to. And that tiny fact is what makes him so utterly unforgettable. Here, he talks to fuzznut about songwriting, a little art, and, um, poo.
I've said it before and I'll say it again. It's a stupid name.
London's Noah and the Whale have a beautiful, rambling tune in Rocks and Daggers . It's what music must have sounded like before it became a commodity. Pure. A song more suited to the front room with a large gathering of slighty intoxicated friends than a stage. And that's it's allure. They forgo the folk-tronica, and instead, focus on more organic means of creating music using whatever seems to be lying around at the moment as instruments. Acoustic guitar, some Ozarks violin, old snare drums, and bottles all figure in.
