Peter Bradley Adams, formerly of eastmountainsouth, has been making beautiful folk-rock type music as a solo endeavor since 2005. There’s something very soothing about his voice; it’s one I could easily get lost in.
Robbie and Eliza traded songs back and forth, with each helping out with guitar and backing vocals on the other’s songs. The whole night had the feeling of being in someone’s living room, listening to people joke and tell stories and reminisce.
Yet another young British guy with a beautiful voice, who says on his MySpace that he “want[s] to go to America, buy a three piece suit, some boots and a trilby hat from Goodwill and tour Dairy Queens.” A+, sir, A+. I don’t know what’s going on over there, but keep it up.
I can safely say that there’s a show every night this week that I want to be at. I’m not going to make any predictions of where I’ll actually show up, though, because that’s just asking for me to spend all week sitting at the computer and playing Plants vs. Zombies.
The xx are a young band: singers Romy Madley Croft and Oliver Sim are just 20 years old, and they only have one full length album under their belts. But on stage, their performance is smooth, solid, and mature beyond their years, showing exactly why they’ve been generating a lot of buzz over the past year or so.
Dear Mr. Brosseau,
I don’t like watermelon, either. Let’s be friends.