TO THE POWER OF SIX
We squeezed so much music in last night, there was hardly room for the punters. It was, however, still a more than comfortable ride as we enjoyed performances by 6 very different acts. Kicking off was a man who's size disguises an surprisingly robust and mature (in a good way) voice that builds effortlessly from an melodic murmur upwards: ROSS PALMER treated us once again to some tender Americana and bold whisky-soaked tunes to get things rolling in the sweetest way.

After an unexceptional soundcheck, RANGER played undoubtedly their best set to date at the electroacoustic club, with Charli and Sam's voices contrasting and complementing beautifully in a classic boy-girl, question and answer way, making the most of their dark, melodious, 21st century folk.








There'll be those who think we talk everything up in this blog but, on their third showing for the club, cult.with.no.name also took off in a big way, the duelling piano, beats and bleeps of Erik Stein and John Boux, providing an almost orchestral platform for the cabaret vocal performance of singer, Erik.



After un-crossing some wires, we got ALEX GETTINBY to the electroacoustic club, along with his violinist, providing an almost-quartet's worth of sublime string accompaniment to some nicely-delivered, gently-rocking acoustic anthems.













SIMON METHERINGHAM always gave us a high standard to keep to after he once told us that the sound at our old haunt, The Bear on the Square, was the best he'd ever had. Tonight, we had extra digital hardware on the bar as we attempted to record Simon's set and the results seemed to almost capture the epic space and feeling that his introspective but upbeat songs convey.


Finally, James Yuill returned after a long-absence, patiently waiting before taking to the stage at 10.45, alongside a table with his lyric book on, and treating us to the perfect after-dark, lo-fi, no-frills folk-pop, the kind of stuff that hammers on your soul without even raising a fist.