Having released her new album, Goodnight City, last year, site favourite Martha Wainwright is on tour around the UK. Her London show is this Tuesday, 11th July at ULU and you can buy tickets for the show here. However, the…
Stomping onto the stage at Shepherd’s Bush Empire with a jumper wrapped turban-wise around her head and a Norwegian fox dangling from her throat, Martha Wainwright bursts straight into a rendition of ‘Factory’. Choosing to begin the evening with a…
It’s not often you find you have a strong opinion about every last song on an album, but that’s the case here and there’s a real risk of running out of writing space by the end of track four. Come…
Rufus Wainwright’s seventh studio album, released a full fourteen years after his first, shows an artist who’s swapped addictions to crystal meth and chocolate milk for healthier appetites: fatherhood and a desire to make fully-fledged ‘danceable’ pop music, to name but…
You’ve probably heard about the fire at distributors PIAS‘s London warehouse that destroyed the stock of many independent labels. Below is a list of releases from some of the labels affected. Each one comes extremely highly recommended from us here at FFS. If any…
The Black Box is a dedicated arts venue in the heart of Belfast’s Cathedral Quarter and tonight it’s packed for one the most keenly anticipated shows of the Out to Lunch Festival. Even though it’s a school night the beers…
Judging by the number of appearances he is putting in over the coming months it can be concluded that Rufus Wainwright is rather fond of our fair shores, which is nice really because we are certainly rather fond of him. His opera, Prima…
‘Your Hand In Mine’ is a hard-hitting track that is interjected with a fantastically infectious barbershop backing vocal from Martha Wainwright. The song’s pelting rhythm pushes it forward, whilst Frost and Wainwright’s combined vocals provide an intoxicating harmony for the…
Brr… it’s cold. Being a sensible sort of chap, Brian’s not going outside until all this horrid weather is over. You might think it’s better for owls, what with their ability to fly and all, but our poor mixtape maker faces the daily threat of having his wings frozen together and falling from the sky. Plop. Quite apart from being sore, it’d be awfully undignified, and Brian has a reputation to protect.
Instead he’s going to stay in with a delicious bowl of mouse soup and listen to the lovely tunes he’s cobbled together. Some about the cold and a couple that are just songs he’s discovered and loves.