Last Thursday, I ventured to The Clapham Grand to buy £4 drinks and listen to Alistair Griffin. He’d been squeezed in by the looks of his 10-15 minute session, but this was the only chance to see him play a London venue on his mini-support tour, so three songs were better than no songs. As it turned out, he got some extra time like the footballers and sang very fast, managing to get through five songs in 20 minutes, including two brand new ones.
The first song was a great song and I hope I get a chance to hear it again someday – it was new and I don’t know its name so I’ll refer to it as No Way To Touch. It had a good melody, lyric and a simple, energetically-edgy guitar track and Alistair sounded sublime singing about turning the sky blue for you, including his trademark enunciation of ‘hearr(t)’ which makes me feel like a bar Cadbury’s Dairy Milk on a warm day. Continue reading
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