Shaun's been writing with The Music since 2015 and in that time has written on everything from high art to hip hop, from spectacular jazz in grand arenas to burgeoning bands in back rooms at pubs. He's mapped the rise of such acts as Winston Surfshirt and Noname, reviewed musicals, theatre shows and a tonne of music including the reunions of Wu-Tang Clan and TLC.
His one claim to fame is a short-lived time as singer in a band that Julia Jacklin opened for before she was famous. He's interviewed the Tibetan Prime Minister and a radio comedian he can't remember the name of. Outside of reviewing for The Music, he is a full-time English teacher, part-time poet and avid music and literature aficionado/desperado.
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While physically, Owusu was so close you could almost touch him, sonically, he was in another galaxy.
This is the sort of show you can believe the hype over.
Yves Tumor brings a much-hyped show boasting a stylish, punky exterior that colours their music with an otherness, an otherworldliness, a scene-streaked flair.
“This transformative sonic sojourn combines ethereal synths, retro-futurist imagery and basslines that hold you in a skybound groove.”
"Not everyone gets to do a lap of honour… So I just wanted to say thanks."
“Orton’s voice is haunting, mesmerising, damaged...”
An eager crowd imbibed all they could of eclectic legend Kid Congo and his latest outfit, The Pink Monkey Birds (with special guest Mick Harvey on bass).
It felt like vintage Costello. It could’ve been the late 70s...
Singer Josh Lane possesses the character of a minister, speaking to the 1200 fans as if addressing each and every one of them.
Skinner’s style – laidback and chaotic, bardic and belligerent – makes him a jocular provocateur.